Neeeeeeew CHAPPIE!
Sorry this has been taking so long. I just finished another fanfiction of mine, The First Rin, which leveled off at an even 30 pages (I'm so proud of myself) Anyway, that will be uploaded one chapter every day for the next week. It's pretty decent, if I do say so myself.
(The promised and infamous) Wall of people who guessed right:
Nobody. O-O
Well, at least I'm not predictable.
(People start throwing stuff at me. GET ON WITH IT!)
Okay, okay, sheesh.
Naraku stood in the street, once again clad in his white fur, looking at a simple modern house. The lights were out, but he was not fooled. There were people here, people on whom he would exact his revenge.
"You may be wondering as to why I have remained dormant so long," he said, watching the house intently.
"No, actually," said the teenager beside him. His head still hurt and he wanted to go sit down somewhere. "Not at all."
"Long ago, I was bound to a black crystal, and buried in the ground, where I was imprisoned for over four hundred years. Very recently the stone was dug up and shattered, releasing me once again. When I found that the hundredth moon was approaching, I decided to lie low until I could find your father."
"Great, fine, can you get your little revenge done with so we can GO?"
"In searching for your father, I came across an interesting name. It rang a faint bell and for the life of me I couldn't figure out where I had heard it from."
"These people?"
"Correct. They are the descendants of the village that bound me to the black crystal."
"Don't you think perhaps your vengeance is a little misdirected?"
'You forget," Naraku said, his eyes never straying from the darkened windows of the house, "I am from the feudal era, where such a thing is completely acceptable.
"Yes yes how silly of me, now let's MOVE."
For an instant Naraku's eyes flicked over to the boy.
"'We' nothing, you stay here."
"OKAY!"
Prompted by Sesshoumaru's murderous glare, Naraku strode toward the house. The front door was built to keep out drafts and human, not murderous hanyou, and for this reason it provided little resistance.
With just the tiniest bit of guilt Sesshoumaru waited, in the stereotypical arms-crossed I-don't-want-to-be-here teenager stance, for Naraku to come out. After five minutes of crashes coming from inside the house, each one jarring painfully inside his head, he decided hell with it and went in.
"What. the. hell. are. you. DOING. in. here?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"One moment, almost done."
Sesshoumaru pressed the palm of one hand into a wall, burning the print on a wooden surface for the second time that day.
"Next time that's your face."
"Testy today, aren't we?"
"Dammit!"
"Okay, okay, geez."
"Are they even here?"
"Oh yeah. They're dead, I was just looking for some lighter fluid."
Sesshoumaru clenched his fists, and walked stiffly out of the house. Naraku followed, thinking maybe he shouldn't bait the daiyoukai so much.
"So how do we get to Japan? Somehow I don't think we'll be getting on a plane."
"You're right there, however, I was planning to ask you the same question."
"Arrgh... why?"
"Well even I can transport myself. Can't you? Fly or disappear and reappear or something."
"... kinda."
"How kinda?"
"I don't know how long I can keep it up."
"Oh, well you're gonna figure it out fast, aren't you."
It wasn't a question.
"Fine. Come on, let's go."
Miroku opened his eyes and stared at something that was definitely not a tree. Nor was it the sky. These, he reasoned, were the things he should be seeing, because they were the things he had been seeing before he closed his eyes.
No, what he was looking at had neither the nice blue of the sky nor the edges and shapes of a tree. It had, actually, nothing at all, but a flat white.
So it must be a ceiling.
This, he felt, he could deal with, because ceilings were familiar ground. All eh had to do was widen his vision to include the walls surrounding the ceiling. After several minutes of unsuccessfully trying to make his eyes bigger, e settled for sitting up and looking around.
The walls were the same plain white as the ceiling. There were a few plastic chairs and sleeping in one of them, in a very painful looking position, was Sango.
"Sango!"
He would have gotten off the bed and gone over to her, but there was the pesky problem of the five or so needles stuck in his arms. They were feeding various liquids into his system, none of which, he hoped, were radioactive, because now, he felt, was not an opportune time to have his DNA altered.
"Sango!"
She sat up, her eyes going wide.
"Miroku?"
"Yes, actually. I think."
"You're okay!"
She practically jumped across the room to the side of his bed.
"I thought you were going to die!"
"Why?"
"You sucked up those... whatever they were, and they poisoned you, and I had to get you out of the woods-"
A lot of memories hit him really fast, with a sensation not unlike being dumped into a pool of cold water.
"Are you okay?"
"Me? I'm not the one who got poisoned!"
"But he was coming after you! And I didn't have any way to help you but to open the windtunnel, and I was scared I would pull you in and-"
"Well you didn't, everything's cool."
"What happened to Sesshoumaru?"
"Uh... he was knocked out, I think. I totally forgot about him, actually. I was so worried about you!"
"I appreciate that."
A nurse came in then, saw that Miroku was awake, and ushered Sango forcibly out of the room to make way for a small army of medical assistants, which Sango thought was a little unfair, because she was the one who had been keeping watch for the last hour, not them. Deprived of anything to do, she decided to call her parents, and tell them that Miroku was gonna be okay.
She twirled the cord around her fingers as the phone rang once, twice, three times, four.
"That's weird. They should have picked up by now."
The answering machine picked up her father's voice cheerily telling her that they were not available at the moment, please leave a message after the beep. There was a brief pause, then the sound of the receiver hitting the floor. Sango giggled. Her dad was a mechanical idiot. On the tape, her father growled, audibly picked up the phone and slammed it onto the hook. BEEP.
"Hi dad, hi mom, anybody there? It's Sango. I'm just calling you to tell you that Miroku woke up, he's going to be okay. So I'll keep calling back till you get home, okay? Bye!"
As she hung up the phone, she shivered.
"Goose walked over my grave," she murmured, but she had a horrible feeling it was something much much more.
For those of you who were wondering what was going on back at the Inu residence, the answer is: Not much. Sesshoumaru's absence had been noted, but not for the first time, and it was mostly shook off. He could take care of himself, they reasoned. If he wanted to be found he would come back, and if he didn't there was no use looking. It was the way he was, the way he had always been. Inuyasha had fallen asleep on the living room floor, having slept little the night before. Jaken was planning to sneak out of the house and follow wherever Sesshoumaru had gone, Izayoi was drawing, and Inu no Taisho was having a staring contest with a wall. Actually he was thinking, but that's what it looked like he was doing, I swear.
About a mile away from their house, a young man named Takemaru was talking to a group of men, For reasons of his own, he had chosen the men with the guns instead of the ones with crosses. Somehow he felt they were better suited to the end he was trying to meet.
"I know who you're looking for. The man with the white hair."
Half a dozen safeties clicked off as the men, and some women, gathered around him. They had been on a dozen wild goose chases all over town and they were gonna shoot something, dammit.
"I can tell you where they are, where they live, anything you want to know."
"And what do you want back?" Someone asked. They had read, correctly, the look on Takemaru's face.
'They have to be killed. All of them."
The gun wielding crowd gave him a weird look.
"Well, yeah. You think we're gonna let some demons just wander around in our town causing trouble?"
Takemaru grinned.
"Of course not. Of course not."
Okay then! That takes care of that chapter. Next chapter preview: New Character! Doo doo de dumdum dum...
Yeah. So more questions:
1: Guess who the new character will be!
3: Who knows who Takemaru is? Anyone? COME ON! There's gotta be some hellfans out there besides me who know who he is!
So yeah, reveiw now with the answers to get your name on the People Who Got it Right Board!
A lot of thanks to Kia, so this chapter is Dedicated to you! (Claps)