Lord knows how I'm able to multi task with so many stories, but I am. I only hope you enjoy this. It's the sequel to Descent, and things start to get interesting. Read on and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any quotes whatsoever. They belong to their creators.

Randall Flagg2

Now those memories come back to haunt me. They haunt me like a curse.
Bruce Springsteen

Together we stand, united we fall.
Pink Floyd

Everyday yeah I feel fucked for free. Everyday yeah I feel fucked for free. Everyday we're all fucked.
Jimmie's Chicken Shack

(1)

Inuyasha stepped slowly into the house, staggering a bit as he went. It had happened again damn it. He had surfaced, taken over, or whatever the hell it was you called it when you couldn't deal with something and your second personality had appeared. Either way, he was getting worn tired of this. Even more, he was afraid.

It had started innocently enough. One of the other students had begun hassling Inuyasha about Kagome's death. The insults and taunts of the boy had gotten to him deeply, but he did not want to start an argument. It was like Koga all over again, and he didn't want to remember those things. So he had just remained silent. Then however, the boy had asked if he had anything to do with Kagome's death. Inuyasha had felt tears sting at his eyes and he turned away. Then the boy had made the mistake of saying that if Inuyasha was such a wimp, Kagome deserved to die for befriending him. That had been it. Unable to deal with such a vicious insult, Inuyasha had disappeared and Nanashi, the vicious other self, had surfaced. Nanashi had seized the boy by his collar and beaten him to the point of hospitalization. He hadn't stopped until two of the teachers had restrained him. When Inuyasha resurfaced, he was being pinned down by two people. He had asked what was going on and they had asked if he was stupid or something. Inuyasha had said he honestly didn't know (although he secretly did) and that he was sorry. It had resulted in a week long suspension.

As for what had happened at home when he got back, Inuyasha preferred not to think about it. Sesshomaru had been furious and it had resulted in an hour long lecture. Inuyasha most likely would have been grounded had he not said he did not even remember what had happened when it did. Sesshomaru had quickly calmed down and asked if it had been Nanashi. Inuyasha nodded. With a sigh, Sesshomaru had simply said "I'll get you help somehow Inuyasha" and had left it at that. Inuyasha had gone upstairs without saying a word. He did not want to go into this any further.

It had been almost a month since he had hallucinated that his dead friends and dead enemy had come back from the dead. It had also been half a month since he had become so desperate to escape the problems of his life that his mind had created a second personality, and a brutal, sadistic one at that. Inuyasha was beginning to fall deeper into depression and despair. There had never been any instability or illness in his family, and now he had become the first family member to have a mental disorder. Inuyasha felt as if he had shamed his family.

The teenager staggered upstairs to his room and flopped down on the bed. He sighed and turned over on his back, gazing up at the ceiling. He didn't know how much longer he could go on. Tears began to form in his eyes. It took all of his will power to keep them from spilling out.

He turned over on his side and looked at a photograph on his bedside table. It depicted him and all of his late friends. He was laughing and lounging out on the ground, while Kagome was smiling cutely at the camera. Behind them, Sango was strangling Miroku for touching her again. It was such a beautiful picture. It had been taken long ago before Inuyasha even knew Kagome's dark secret.

Inuyasha turned away from the picture and the tears began to run down his face. No matter how many times he looked at the picture, it was too much. He turned over on his stomach, buried his face into his pillow, and began to weep.

"I love you Kagome." Inuyasha whispered. "I wish you were here with me now. You were everything to me and now look at me. I can't even function normally anymore." Inuyasha began to cry harder. He prayed that Sesshomaru wouldn't come upstairs. He couldn't let him see him like this. And then, strangely, Inuyasha said something he had never said before, even as a young child.

"Mother, Father, I miss you. I sure wish you were alive now."

(2)

As Inuyasha sobbed into his pillow, there came a knock at his door. Inuyasha's tears came to a halt and his eyes grew cold. He had gotten a bit better at hiding his emotions from his brother. He couldn't bring himself to cry in front of him.

"Inuyasha? May I come in?" Sesshomaru asked.

"Fine, whatever." Inuyasha said. Sesshomaru came in with something in his hands. They were letters. Well, two letters. The third one was a box. He sat down on his brother's bed.

"You got these in the mail. I don't know who they're from, but they're addressed to you." He gave them to Inuyasha. He took them and opened the first letter. When he saw the handwriting, he smiled.

"Good old Miroku. Never thought I'd hear from him." Inuyasha chuckled. He read the letter aloud.

Dear Inuyasha,

Hey, how are you doing? I'm doing fine. My aunt said hello. She also said even though she's never met you, you sound like a respectable young man. Anyway, I'm getting off subject. I have some good news. My aunt is sending me to stay with you for two weeks. It couldn't come at a better time since over here in America, school is out. I passed the final exams with flying colors. Anyway, I really look forward to seeing you again. I can't wait to catch up on old times. And how are you doing in your martial arts class? Tell your sensei I said hi. I'll see you soon.

Ever so sincerely,

Miroku

For the first time in awhile, Inuyasha was happy. So Miroku was coming back home. That was good. Inuyasha wished it could have been longer, but beggars couldn't be choosers. At least he could see a familiar face again.

Inuyasha pointed to the box in Sesshomaru's arms. "So what's in there?" he asked.

"I don't know but it's sort of heavy. I'll leave that to you." Sesshomaru replied, giving the box to him. Inuyasha carefully tore open the tape covering the box, and then he opened the box itself to reveal it's contents.

(3)

At first Inuyasha couldn't believe what he was seeing. The postal workers in the west had to be pretty stupid to let such a thing go through. Nevertheless, there it was. All of it in all it's glory.

Inuyasha reached into the box and when his hand came out, it was wet and red. He licked his hand and shuddered as he realized it was blood. The box was filled with it.

Inuyasha's eyes were wide with terror. He looked at Sesshomaru and saw an expression of shock on his face. He was still holding the second letter in his hand. He took it slowly, opened it, and read it, this time to himself.

You filthy rotten scumbag. How dare you do what you've done. I won't ever forgive you for this. I am going to kill you for what you've done. Mark my words boy, I will find you and I will make you wish you were dead. You are going to end up like road kill once I find you. If anyone else is there, I'll kill them too. You'd better sleep with one eye open.

Inuyasha dropped the note. He didn't know who this was, but he was guessing whoever wrote this was not kidding. There was too much venom in the letter for it to be false. He turned to his brother.

"Should we call the police?" he asked.

Sesshomaru sighed. "I'll get right on it." he said. He left the room, leaving his brother alone. Inuyasha sat down on his bed and gazed at the letter and the box of blood.

"Who could be behind this?" he asked the room. "Who?"

To be continued…

I know, not much, but it'll get better. You'll see. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Bye for now!

Randall Flagg2