"I'm sorry! I thought you were a ghost!"
"Why the hell would you think that!"
"Didn't you see them?"
"See what?"
"Those women! They were...dead."
"You're afraid of dead women?"
"No! They attacked us."
Sachi clutched Kagome's hand tightly. Her large eyes stared up questioningly at Inu-Yasha.
"Let's go." Inu-Yasha said sharply.
Kagome didn't move.
"Come on! Let's go!" Without warning, Inu-Yasha reached forward and grabbed one of Kagome's hands in his own. He pulled her in the direction of the door that he had so carelessly smashed and broken.
Though her feet had flown from their place on the wood of the floor, her mind stayed firmly planted within the room. Something just didn't seem right. Her senses were flooded with odd feelings. She was afraid. The entire village scared her. She never wanted to see another corner of it, but there was another part of her...a part that did. The notebook she had found had said that the village relived a day of terror over and over again. Could it be possible that there was any way she could help put it's spirits to rest?
"Kagome!"
Kagome's head snapped up to look at Inu-Yasha.
"Let's go! What's wrong with you? You're the one who's so scared."
"Inu-Yasha," She began slowly.
"What?"
His eyes pierced into her mind. It was as if without knowing he knew what she wanted to do, he was saying no. His glance held a stern quality that she had come to be very familiar with, but more often than not, paid very little attention to.
"Never mind."
Blindly, she let Inu-Yasha lead her from the darkness of the house into the open darkness of the village. Beside her, Sachi carried the camera she had found. The small group passed through the village and stepped into the surrounding forest in silence. Kagome, as before, let Inu-Yasha lead her without any complaints along the darkened forest path. As she remembered, there was absolutely no light. There was no sunlight shinging through the tree as she secretly hoped there would be. The terrifying darkness of the village's fate extended here too.
On and on they pressed against the dark, fighting to see the light. But there was none.
Soon, the village came into sight beyond the towering trees. Not once had they looked back.
"Damn it! It doesn't make any sense."
"A curse..." Kagome mumbled. Inu-Yasha turned to look sharply at her.
"What?"
"Those who stumble upon this village are doomed to wander it."
"What do you mean?" Came Inu-Yasha's voice again. It made no sense to him what she said.
"This village," She paused, looking into Inu-Yasha's stern glare. "Relives a night of eternal disaster. Those who wander into this place can't leave."
"Well we're getting outta here." He didn't seem phased by Kagome's explanation. He was determined to see light again. He wouldn't let them fall victim to a simple village.
"Inu-Yasha, if there's any chance of us leaving here...it's in there." She raised a finger to point in the direction of the village. "Why would there be only one way out?"
He looked at her as if to seriously consider her words.
"Fine. Go back in there and waste your time."
Since it seemed that Inu-Yasha was noncompliant to go with her, she shrugged off his answer as if it didn't matter. "I Will." Without giving Inu-Yasha so much as a look, she marched right past him in the direction of the village.
Inu-Yasha didn't believe her. He knew her. There was no way she could stand to be in that old creepy village two minutes without him. She would come back.
When she didn't return, his senses heightened to a level of great awareness. He couldn't protect Kagome when she wasn't with him, therefore she was in danger.
I Know this chapter is really, REALLY short and not well written, but I had to cut if off her so that I can fit the things I need to all in the next chapter. I love you people...or person. Considering that Tetsuni is the only one that ever reviews I have come to the conclusion that: A- She/He is the only one who reads my story, or B- No one else likes my story. Neither one of the two are especially promising, but I guess I should at least be thankful that SOMEONE is reading my story.