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Dog

By Sun and moon

Chapter 2

"Kagome!" an elderly man shouted from his study as the raven-haired girl walked into her house, still a little queasy and panic-stricken from what she had recently witnessed.

"Yes grandpa?" Kagome shouted back, hoping that with her grandfather's poor hearing, he would still be able to hear her.

"Come in here please."

Joy.

Kagome placed down her leather bag near the door, took off her boots, and walked up the stairs to her grandfather's study. The study actually substituted as a library as well as his workplace. It wasn't large, but it was a modest collection; a mixture of classic stories and novels as well as books on law and government. When Kagome walked in through the door, she spotted her grandfather standing up with his back facing her, looking out the window into the oblivion that seemed to go on forever to the ground below. His hands were linked gracefully behind his back and he rocked back and forth on his toes. They stood in silence for a few moments before he spoke up suddenly, catching Kagome off guard. "You were supposed to be back by 5:30 Kagome," he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Look at the time now."

Kagome glanced over at the clock that ticked away on the wall. 6:15.

"Well, what time is it?" Her grandfather turned towards her.

"It's 6:15 sir."

"Why were you late?"

Kagome hesitated for a second. He wouldn't believe her if she told him about the Dog, and Naraku, and plus, he would scold her for being in that part of town in the first place. "No reason. I just lost track of time."

Her grandfather walked behind his desk and sat down in the big, leather chair. He placed his hands on his desk as he glared at Kagome. She did not like making her grandfather angry. The littlest of things pushed him over the edge, and she always paid for her actions. She saw the elderly man in front of her take a deep breath, and open his mouth to speak. "I'm going to excuse your behavior this time." Kagome let out a big sigh. "But that doesn't mean you go horsing around with that friend of yours... what's her name?"

"Her name is Sango, and I wasn't..."

"It doesn't matter," he interrupted. "Just don't go downtown again understand?"

"How did you..."

"You are excused now Kagome." He promptly returned to the paperwork laying on his desk. Kagome got up, pushed the chair in, and walked out of the study, completely awestruck. She went over the past couple of minutes in her head, but still came up with no answers. Did she once mention that she was downtown? How did he know?

She was broken out of her thoughts when she realized that her feet had carried her to her room. She opened the door and stepped inside. The room itself was modest, probably fancier than most had at the time, but it was still modest. Her grandfather did not spoil her– one of the good impacts he had on her life. A mahogany bureau caught her eye as soon as she walked in. It was covered in various photos, and trinkets, and was cleaned to perfection. Next to it was a matching desk, completely bare. A couple of years ago, it would of been piled high with books and paper, but since she had reached sixteen, her grandfather didn't put so much burden on her to do good schoolwork. Kagome already knew what she was going to do with her life. When she reached eighteen, she was going to go to nurse school and become a certified nurse. Most women either became nurses, teachers, or housewives anyway, so she didn't have too many options. Kagome walked over to the other major object in her room, her bed, and sprawled out on it, staring up at the plain, white ceiling. She focused on a crack that seemed to be forming through the paint, and continued to glare at it, when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," she said.

In came their housemaid, holding a large trash bag. She had been living with Kagome and her grandfather since Kagome had moved in, and had replaced her own as the leading female figure in her life. "Just coming in for the garbage Kagome," she said.

"Thank you Kaede." She rolled her head back up towards the crack in the ceiling and sighed loudly.

"What ails ye child?" Kaede asked, speaking in the old Victorian tone that Kagome had grown used to since she had arrived.

"It's nothing."

Kaede bent over, and dumped the garbage in her wastebasket into the larger bag. "When most say it's nothing, it usually is something."

Kagome sat up, swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, and faced Kaede. "You know Conner's Grocery downtown?"

"Aye, but didn't that close down years ago?"

"It did, but some man named Naraku bought it up, and he's using it as a freak exhibit." Kagome broke down in sobs, just thinking about that poor creature. "It was so horrible Kaede! It was so horrible..."

Kaede sat down and rubbed Kagome's back, comforting the crying girl.

"I feel so helpless. I can't do anything."

Kaede continued to soothe her, while quietly contemplating to herself. Was there anything that could be done? Anything at all?

"Kagome,"

"Hm?"

"What exactly is wrong with it?"

Kagome sat up, wiped her eyes and reached for her handkerchief that was still in her pocket. "Well, it looked like... like a dog."

"Really?" Kaede thought to herself for a moment, and suddenly struck with a wonderful idea, felt her sixty years melt away, and feeling like she was Kagome's age once again. She jumped onto her feet. "Kagome. I have an idea!"

Kagome raised a delicate eyebrow at the woman she had always known to keep her cool suddenly acting like a young teenager. "Are you okay Kaede?"

"Lets just say I have a friend who owes me a favor." With that, Kaede strutted out of the room, leaving a dazed Kagome in her dust.

He sat there in his confined prison, pondering quietly to himself, which usually took up most of his time nowadays. Normally, he would have the wilderness, the beautiful outdoors to keep him occupied, but there was no sign of sunshine or trees in the pitch black darkness. He stretched out his legs, aching to use them as he used to; jumping from tree to tree, running with the wind rushing through his hair. The highest he could jump was to the eight foot ceiling, and that was what he could do at any time of the month. That was one of the other things he despised about the cell. He couldn't keep track of the days as they passed. After three months, he lost count and allowed time to take its toll on him. It was all in his head.

Just like all of those people. Their reactions were all in his head too. Like that girl who had come in yesterday (or what he assumed was yesterday). She had been– well he thought anyway– terrified of him, of what he looked like. He didn't even remember what he looked like, but he was pretty sure it wasn't to good. All he had to go by were memories that were starting to fade. Usually, their reactions didn't matter, but this one touched him the most. She was young, innocent, and, like all other women, emotional. But her emotions were real. She was terrified of something. He couldn't tell which.

Was she afraid of him?

Or was it something else?

He couldn't be too sure. She had run out. Why hadn't she just stayed? He had gotten beaten for her careless actions. If he saw her again, he was sure to make her pay for her actions.

Maybe just showing her his face would do it justice.

He could hear her screaming already.

No, it sounded to realistic to be in his head.

It sounded like...

Suddenly, he was thrown back into the bars of the cell. His fading scars started to ache again. His eyes slowly opened, and he was met by a blinding white light, one that caused his eyes to snap shut immediately once again, and his hands brought up to cover them. He had not seen light in so long, it probably would leave him blind if he opened them again.

"Is that him?" an old man's voice slurred.

"What do you think? How many other people do you know with dog ears?" said another voice, this time belonging to a younger man, probably around his age or so.

"You've got a point," said the first voice. "What do we do with him?"

"We have to get him in the car somehow."

"Why don't we lead him? I think he survived your reckless driving."

"What did you expect? I just learned how to drive that thing. We're lucky that the foundation wasn't stable. Otherwise we would of died."

"True."

"Just help me get him up."

He soon felt a hand wrap around his arm and pull him up. He slowly got to his feet, and being careful not to open his eyes, was lead out into the outside world.

Naraku jumped out of bed, grabbed his gun, and ran to the origin of the crashing sound that had jerked him out of his slumber. What awaited him caused him to drop his gun. There, driving away, was a car and out of the back, hung what he presumed to be his prized possession. The wall was non-existent, and the entire room was in shambles. He just watched helplessly as they drove away into the night.

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