A/N: Alrighty then, this story had been on hold for sudden lack of inspiration, but after reading over the chapters I decided I give it another go. Later!
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Chapter 3: Family Of The West
Paranormal Love
WintersBlaze
September 3rd 1922
Thump…
Thump…
Thump…
Inuyasha ran swiftly down the wooden hallway. The old used wood moaned and groaned under the pressure of his feet pounding against it. The wide hallway was covered on both walls by windows. An unusual sight in most homes, but of course this wasn't just an ordinary home, it belonged to the Lord, or as he would rather call him, his father. Unfortunately, he had no clue whether or not his father was still alive or not.
One side of the windows looked out into the currently un-kept backyard and the other side looked out over the living room. Moonlight seeped through the windows casting eerie shadows across the wooden floor and the carpeted floor down below.
A sudden crack of glass was heard at the end of the hallway that Inuyasha was at only moments ago. It was as if someone had taken had taken an axe and smashed the window to pieces.
Swinging his head around, hoping to get a good view of the force that had caused the glass to shatter, he saw nothing but wavy black hair and red glowing eyes. Oh, those eyes. Inuyasha shuddered in pure disgust. Those eyes had haunted him ever since he was a child. Threatened him. Teased him. Tortured him. Every night, for 17 years. It hissed evilly that if he ever told anyone, he, Naraku, would slit all of his loved ones throats.
Inuyasha bit his lip to hold back unwanted tears. Of course, he just had to let the secret slip in his sleep one night. His girlfriend Kikyo had overheard and decided to investigate. Let's just say, Naraku is a man of his word.
Another window shattered at the mere force of Naraku's powers as he took another intimidating step forward. The pattern continued on as each step brought another wave of power to penetrate the thin windows.
The shadows at the end of the hallway came to a stop, as well as the windows. Darkness over took the eyes of Inuyasha when he took a left down a new hallway. He didn't struggle to keep his direction in the dimly light hall. But then again he wasn't exactly human.
A brown door came into view. It was so plain looking, that if someone didn't look close enough they couldn't even tell there was a door there. A soft pink glow illuminated the crack under the door. The different shades of the hue dance wildly in his amber eyes.
Inuyasha pushed open the door and hurried inside, he knew what he had to do, and he had to do it fast. He was going to die today, it was inevitable, and for some strange reason he wasn't all that scared about it.
Sounds of shattering glass echoed down the hallway, making Inuyasha quicken his pace. His goal sat at the back of the room, glowing bright pink. The Shikon No Tama. He had no extra time to reminisce over the small jewel though at the moment. Taking a deep breath he popped the jewel into his mouth and swallowed hard. He could feel it press up against his throat as it slithered its way down to the safety of his stomach. He would have thought of him self as crazy if he hadn't known exactly what he was doing.
When Naraku eventually killed him, he was sure to burn his body to dispose of him, destroying the jewel with him. You don't get stalked for seventeen years and then learn absolutely nothing about your stalker. If Naraku were to get a hold of this jewel, much worse things would happen then just death.
Now that he was finished with his mission he saw no point in suffering before he died. He grabbed a wooden bar lying close to him on the ground. Inuyasha took one last glance out the open door where Naraku was advancing on him, and with only a foolishness that he could possess, he struck himself over the head with the bar.
With a last moment blur in his eyes, he saw Naraku raise a menacing hand over him ready to strike, before his world turned to blackness and he lost unconsciousness and he was killed by the hands of a monster.
August 29 2005
Oh wow. If Kagome had been impressed and taken aback by the house on the outside, then she was amazed by what it looked like on the inside. Elegant furniture lined every wall in the foyer, which led into the living room where a beautiful chandelier hung from the ceiling. A large grand piano sat in the middle of the living room, the lustrous black reflected the sunlight off of it from the dome like sunroof in the ceiling. The curtains were drawn back on the large windows on the front, by Yuka, which made every corner and crevice fill with sunlight in the enormous room.
Kagome's mother stood speechless in the entrance, before sweeping off to examine all of the furniture. To Kagome's standards, the living room was huge, going from one end of the house to the other. She was distracted from the living room when something on the second floor caught her eye. Was that a glass hallway? How peculiar…she had never seen anything like this in an old house before.
"Who did this house originally belong too?" Kagome questioned Yuka, wondering who would be creative enough to put a glass hallway in their house.
Yuka gave her a wary glance before replying, "It used to be the house of Lord InuTaisho, Lady Izayoi, and their two sons Sesshomaru and Inuyasha."
"The Family of the west? But they were murdered, so that would mean…" Kagome shuddered, what was she worried about, there was no such thing as spirits.
Yuka finished her sentence. "They were murdered in this house, yes." She sighed.
"So, is that why no one ever buys the house? Because they think it's haunted?" Kagome's mother asked.
"Yes, that is correct."
It was Souta's turn to speak. "I think I like this house mom."
"Of course you do, Souta." Kagome murmured. "You love any house that has absolutely any promise of paranormal activity."
Souta shrugged. "You gotta admit sis, this is pretty rad."
Well, he was right. This house was very nice.
"So, what do you think of the house so far?" said Yuka.
Mrs. Higurashi looked around. "It is very lovely, do you think we could look upstairs too?"
Yuka smiled. "Surely, follow me."
Kagome and her family followed Yuka up a winding staircase and turned into the hallway that had the glass walls from before.
Being a miko, Kagome could sense many things such as the evilness in people and certain auras that the air contained. The air in this hallway held a powerful evil in it, although it was extremely old and faded, Kagome wondered what had turned this person so corrupt.
Yuka broke Kagome out of her musings when she opened the door to the first bedroom.
"And now, we shall start our tour, here we have the first bedroom…"
Kagome once went back into thought as Yuka rambled on about the history of the house and who built it. Nothing that would even give her a hint as to what such an evil would've have been doing in this house. Perhaps it was the family's murderer. Kagome grew goose bumps on her arms. She didn't want to think about that right now, for now she would just relax and enjoy the tour of the mysterious house of the Lord of the West.
A/N: Well there we go, I was actually figuring to make the chapter quite a bit longer but I decided that would be the best spot to end it. I'm not sure what people think of this story right now; please send in a review, constructive criticism would be helpful too! Later!