A/N: Badumdumdum… well, here's another chapter of the exciting story known as "An Unforgettable Vacation!" waits for cheering crowd
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Chapter 16
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The Smell of Chaos
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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOMEWHAT DISTURBING SEXUAL CONTENT. (Oh well. You'll live.)
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"Are they awake yet?"
"Of course not, idiot. You don't wake up from H-32 gas that easily."
Creak of an open door. "Oi. Bad news…"
"What is it now, Kashi?"
"One of the halves is located on subject two. The other…well, we couldn't find it."
"What?"
"Chief says it could still be stuck at the charge base."
"But we fucking blew that place up!"
Silence.
"Never fucking mind. Someone find out a way to stall Boss, and I'll go and search!"
"Right."
"Hai."
Groan. He opened his eyes, feeling unbelievably groggy. Trying to rub his face with a free hand, he found out he didn't even have a free hand. Both of his hands—as well as his ankles—were tied together with a pair of metal handcuffs. They were digging into his skin, and his wrists and feet were numb from the pressure. Something sharp was prodding his chest. The cot under him felt rough and was filthy.
Inuyasha wondered how the hell had gotten here and why he was lying on his stomach—his shirt and pants tattered and stained with black, on a dirty cot in the middle of a cell.
Oh yeah. They had gotten kidnapped, hadn't they?
He looked around his room, and let out a breath of relief to see Miroku and Sango in two other corners, each of them on identical, grimy cots. The relief was short-lived, however, when he noticed one of his friends were missing.
'Kagome…'He grunted, trying to get off his stomach and on his back. His silver hair pooled out behind him, tinged with the gray and black ashes from the explosion. As he switched his position, the object that had been poking him in the chest came into view, dangling from his neck. The Shikon half. No wonder he was still under the effects of the spell.
He didn't know what it was, but something inside him told him to hide it.
Flipping back onto his stomach, he grabbed the cord with his teeth, and tried to hide it under his torn shirt. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he made it look like he was just wearing a simple necklace—sort of.
"Inu…yasha?"
He turned his head so fast his neck cricked. "Oi, Miroku." He grimaced, and rolled his head around his shoulders, trying to ease the dull ache.
"Where the hell are we?"
He shrugged. "I was wondering the same thing. Some fucking vacation this turned out to be, eh?"
Miroku nodded, frowning. He turned to look over at Sango, then back to face the silver-haired boy across the room. "Where's Kagome?"
Inuyasha noted a deep pang of guilt wash through him. It would be all his fault if she was alone and lost somewhere right now. Well, anywhere was better than this cold, bleak chamber.
'Kagome…I hope she's safe." He closed his eyes. 'She probably is. She's probably outside right now, far, far away from the hotel…out of harm's way.'
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"Hey, wake up!"
Two blurry figures were in her face, confusing her. She shut her eyes, trying to convince herself that this was all a dream, that she'd wake up to the smell of breakfast and Sango yelling in her ear to get up. Somebody was yelling in her ear, but it definitely wasn't Sango.
"Hey, whore! I said wake up!" All of a sudden, she was shaken violently, and she couldn't help but let out a small whimper as the rough hand brushed against her freshly injured shoulder.
The man grimaced as his hand got covered with Kagome's blood. He turned to his partner, "Get me some paper towels! Nobody told me the fucking whore was bleeding!" he snarled.
She was fully awake now, and terrified. She tried to move, and the sting of the bullet in her shoulder increased tenfold. Fortunately, the second shot had missed, and she had passed out of both exhaustion and shock. Though that didn't mean her poor shoulder wasn't currently suffering.
She bit her lip, clenched her teeth to stop herself from crying or screaming out in pain. It hurt so much.
Now she could see that the strange man in front of her had finished wiping his hands clean, and was giving her a fierce glare. He was in a gray business suit. His partner—also dressed the same—was holding a sleek leather case.
The first man—who was apparently the leader of the group—leaned forward, his face merely inches from her own. "Now…" he sneered, and his breath smelled heavily of cigarettes, "it appears miss princess doesn't have her half of the jewel with her. So then, where is it?"
Kagome bit her lip, and looked away from his intense gaze. "I…I don't know," she whispered. It was only the truth. She had no idea where it was.
Before she was knew it, she was mercilessly slapped across the face. Now her cheek stung, too, adding even more agony to her already exhausted, aching body. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she tried to swallow them back by holding her breath and looking up.
"Don't play with me, you little wench." The man snarled, obviously pissed. "They didn't find it back in the hotel, and you were searched thoroughly,"—he smirked at her horrified glance—"so we know it's not on you."
He didn't receive an answer from her, and he turned to his partner in anger, "Haki! Take out instrument number 23-B!" he snapped. Kagome couldn't tell if he was drunk or high, or maybe both. That gleam in his eyes only added to her sense of dread.
His associate nodded and took out what appeared to be some sort of metal…pole. It was slick at the top, and shaped a bit like a candle.
Kagome's eyes widened, and she couldn't stop her choked sobs as she pleaded for them to stop, to let her go, that she had never done anything wrong, that she didn't deserve this.
The only replies she got were cold, cruel chuckles.
Then silence…followed by bloodcurdling screams of a woman in pure anguish barely heard through the soundproof silver walls.
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The door slammed of their cell slammed open, and Inuyasha let out an involuntary snarl of surprise. His demon nature was starting kick in, no doubt. If they found the jewel…
Well, to put it simply, all hell would break loose.
The man at the door didn't flinch at the strange, animalistic sound coming from the young man. He just held his Magnum at his side, ready to shoot if any of the three prisoners decided to move. Sango, who was still out, just slept quietly on her cot, her arms, like the others, decorated with numerous bruises and cuts from the explosion.
Miroku just glowered at the man, his violet eyes glittering with hatred. "Why are we here?" he asked, his voice strangely sounding cool and composed, despite the anger written all over his face.
The man didn't answer, just motioned with his gun for them to get up. The two male hostages sat up (for their feet were still tied together), backs straight, their glares unwavering. Sango just snored.
The man walked across the room, and poked Sango with his gun. "Get up." When there was no response from the poor, worn-out girl, he dug the gun into the side of her ribs and yelled louder, "I said get up!"
"Hey!" yelled Miroku, "Leave her alone! Can't you tell she's still suffering from the goddamn gas? What-" Inuyasha shot him a look, and he wisely shut up.
The large man turned away from her, and smirked at the dark-haired boy, who was staring murder at him. Never looking away, he lifted the gun above his head, and fired it three times. The shots reverberated around the cold metal cell, and Sango awoke with a start. She let out a groan as the aftereffects of the sleeping gas hit her, and flopped back on the rough cot. The man grabbed her arm, and yanked her up.
Inuyasha could hear the grinding of Miroku's teeth as the young man tried to refrain from jumping the larger guy. It was lucky he didn't, because if he had, he would've just fallen down because of the cuffs held secure around his wrists and ankles, and possibly have gotten them into even more peril.
The man now picked up the poor girl, who yelped and gave the two boys a fearful look. Miroku gazed back helplessly at her, and Inuyasha looked down at the floor. A plan to get them out of there was already forming in his mind.
After Sango was taken out of the room, two more guards came and forcefully took the remaining captives to the interrogation room. The same room where Kagome was currently being "persuaded" to answer the questions she didn't have answers for.
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"Please…no more!" She shrieked, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. The intense pain was suffocating her. She struggled against the man's arms, trying to get away, away, away. He didn't even budge. He was too strong, and she was thoroughly exhausted herself.
Kagome swallowed as she bit the inside of her cheek. What had she ever done wrong to deserve all this?
What sort of merciless, cold, nasty beings were these? Surely no sane, ordinary human being could smirk as he thrust a foot-long rod between a young virgin's legs, making her lose her purity as well as her pride. Surely no one with an ounce of compassion in their heart could laugh as blood pooled around her legs, a plea to die so the burning would stop written all over her face.
"Ready to tell us yet?" The man leered in her ear, as he held the rod at the base of her bleeding core, ready to enter her with it again. His partner was stroking himself through his pants, grinning stupidly.
She turned away, her cheeks flaming and her eyes red from all her crying. She took a deep shuddering breath.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice cracked and hoarse from screaming and sobbing. The man stepped back in surprise. Even his associate stopped his fondling to snap up his head and gape at her.
She was naked from the waist-down. Her hands, tied above her head, only added pressure to her injured shoulder. Blood trickled down her armpits, further soaking her tank top that was already drenched with sweat. Rivers of the crimson liquid ran ribbons around her thighs, dripping down to her ankles, staining the cold cement floor.
"Y-you do?" The man grabbed her shoulders and she for once, didn't flinch. She gazed back at him with clear brown eyes void of emotion.
With an impassive face, she told them.
"It's on the beach somewhere. I dropped it when I was shot."
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"Well, well, well. It seems Kashi and Hakanawa have done so much better than the late Mr. Wolfe."
He walked up to each of the prisoners, and stared them full in the face. Each one of them looked away sharply with unhidden detestation.
Naraku smirked as he stopped in front of Inuyasha, and held the man's chin up to meet his eyes. His smirk grew as the striking golden hues in front of him hardened, glittered with rage. Flecks of red were starting to appear in his deep ebony pupils, going unnoticed by the boss.
"Inuyasha, no?" The older man kneeled, and traced a finger across the immobile prisoner's jaw. Inuyasha flinched and turned his head away.
Naraku's nail scraped against the silver-haired man's neck, touching the white cord around it. A ferocious growl erupted above him. The man unwisely paid no heed, and slowly slid it out from under his shirt, fingering the gleaming jewel.
'It…it didn't burn him.' What about the time he had tried to touch Kagome's jewel…?
Even better.
Naraku grasped the necklace between his bony fingers, and with a sharp jerk, pulled it out.
A brilliant burst of light exploded in the cold gray room. It was so bright that everyone had to shield his or her eyes against the incredible white glow.
The flash subsided, and Naraku sat there, holding the jewel between his greedy fingers, a look of half-greed, half-shock on his pale face.
"It's mine…" He choked out, his voice gruff with excitement, "it's finally mine!"
He heard a snarl, and whipped his head up to see Inuyasha.
Only it wasn't the regular Inuyasha. His eyes had bled crimson, his pupils contracted and a strange azure color. He smirked, and one long, gleaming white fang poked out from beneath his lips.
This wasn't even half-demon Inuyasha. Oh no. This was full-demon Inuyasha. This was a carnivorous devil, his claws lengthy and finely honed, his eyes blazing, and his spirit craving blood, blood, and more blood.
He let out a monstrous roar, and lunged for the man holding the half of his jewel.
Naraku screamed as he crawled backwards on his heels, still on the floor. He clutched the jewel to his chest, and the two guards behind him charged at the enraged demon, syringes filled with tranquilizer in each of their hands.
Inuyasha snarled again, and broke out of his handcuffs as if they were made out of rice paper.
Claws cut through skin, drawing blood. They tore flesh apart, splattering it everywhere. Razor-sharp teeth crunched bones like crackers. The men screamed as their life drained out of them, their eyes losing their sheen as they crumpled in a heap, a permanent silent scream on their faces.
Inuyasha looked around, hungry for a stronger scent of death. He caught the gazes of his petrified friends, sitting up stiffly in their chairs.
Miroku and he exchanged gazes, and the Inu-youkai just turned away and sniffed, before bounding of the room by crashing the door open.
Naraku was nowhere to be found.
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