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Chapter Twenty-Two: Story Time

Hair: Yuri Wadena's Story

Epilogue

It was time to make him crawl. His want was ferocious and his need to be taught a lesson was desperate. He bowed before her, his hands searching and wandering up her legs as she side stepped him and circled around.

"You worthless bitch," she screamed, her voice echoing in the cavernous basement. "You don't touch me. You don't ever touch me."

Lifting her arm, she flicked it down, feeling the power that she held in her grasp connect with his skin, leaving him to grunt in pain. She tossed the black leather whip into her left hand and walked towards him until he was right below her. She nudged him with her foot. "Roll over," she ordered.

When he was finally on his back, she slid down, straddling and grinding into him, their clothes separating them. She could feel his excitement underneath her but she didn't stop. Suddenly, his hands grabbed her butt and instinctively she slapped him.

"I said don't touch me," she hissed quietly. "Not until I say."

It went on for another half-hour, her whip, voice and movements controlling his very being. He was powerless beneath her and could do no more than obey, the blindfold that blocked his view forcing his trust and want to her. When it was finally all over, she quickly shoved him out the large back doors that were hidden from view from the road and then ran to the phone, dialling a number.

"What do you want Yuri?"

Yuri bit back a growl, brushing her short bangs out of her face. "Tammy, where the hell are you?"

She could hear Tammy's hesitance on the other end and dead silence ensued.

This time, Yuri did growl. "Tammy, what the hell are you doing? I'm here at the warehouse all alone, again."

"One of these bastards came to my house Yuri, what am I supposed to do? I gave him the final warning and we were just getting down to business when you interrupted. I told him though that if he ever came to my place again he would be banned."

Yuri held the phone away from her and cursed. "Next time," Yuri said, bring the phone back to her, "call. It would be appreciated."

"I'm sure," Tammy drawled on the other end. "Whatever, I have to go now."

Yuri didn't even wait for a goodbye and merely slammed the phone down in its receiver. "I can't believe her!" Yuri shrieked to the empty warehouse. She didn't have any more tricks that night and it was only twelve-thirty in the morning. She had been hoping that if Tammy came, she could steal some of hers.

Sighing, Yuri turned off all the lights and walked out, not bothering to lock it because no one even came down that way anymore. The building was forgotten, a lost moment in time. That was, until she popped up.

The night's air was cool and the last of the streetlights that flickered aimlessly started to die. Already having memorized the path in the dark, Yuri walked to her small Honda and unlocked its doors. Jumping in and immediately starting the car, Yuri pulled it into reverse and backed out.

The roads were abandoned and nobody dared to walk down the lonely streets at night. Even though Trite was a small and extremely safe town, no one really ventured at night. Of course, Yuri realized that where she was, was mostly deserted anyways.

Day or night.

Dismissing that thought from her mind, she drove along the road, passing forest clumps and old houses. When she drove by one of the places that stood out the most she slowed down her car, seeing the place dark and discarded.

It was an old shrine, built probably long ago, generations before she was born. The place had always intrigued her and it had saddened her greatly when she learned the old man that lived there had passed away.

She had seen him a couple of times, sweeping the porch or doing some other duty around the house. He always looked busy and fairly cheerful, despite the fact that he lived all alone. Sometimes, Yuri wanted to go and visit him but had always chickened out of the idea.

Now, she was too late.

Even though Yuri wasn't exactly the most innocent girl around, she still at times had an innocent being to her. She still loved getting free lollipops from the doctor's office and always made sure she got a band-aid after getting a needle.

When she was in a very depressed mood and needed to think, she found herself more than once turning to the children's channel, watching old TV shows about talking bears and turtles, solving their problems with hugs and kisses.

If only life worked that way.

A flicker of her headlights caught sight of a car, parked dead in the middle of the other lane. The owner of the car stood at the driver's side door, banging their head against it. Yuri realized that it was a fairly familiar face; she had probably seen them around Trite. Knowing that she could be able to help, Yuri parked her car ahead of the other and got out.

"Oh, hello," the owner of the car said, flashing a smile. "Are you my saviour of the night?"

Yuri smiled too and laughed. "I guess so. What's wrong with your car?"

"It was out of gas," the owner said with a sigh. "But I managed to fix that. I always have a small gas container in the back just in case. My real problem is my dog."

"Why, what happened?" Yuri asked. She had never seen this person with a dog before, but she didn't question anything.

"Well, this car is extremely old," the owner said with a drawl, kicking the tires for good measure. "When it died, it made this huge popping sound and Spot, my dog, pushed past me when I got out to take care of it. I think the noise really startled him. He ran into the farmer's field there."

Following the direction of the finger pointed, she realized that it would be difficult to get the dog back. All the hills and slopes could easily block someone's view. For ten minutes they searched, fruitlessly calling Spot's name. They were about a hundred or so feet away from the road and when no sign of the dog came, Yuri started to feel uneasy.

"Do you think-?" Yuri never got to finish her sentence because without warning, two hands snaked around her neck and choked her. She couldn't breath and Yuri knew it was going to end. She didn't see a white light and she didn't hear a name calling her, but Yuri knew she was going to die.

When her last breath was stolen from her and she felt her body go limply to the ground, Yuri opened her mouth to scream, to gasp, to do something to stop the killer. She didn't want to die. Not yet.

She never had a choice in the matter though and before she knew it, darkness surrounded her. Everything was gone and she was left to pure bliss. Forever afterwards she would never feel the cuts placed carefully all over her body, bleeding to the earth below.

And there she laid, forever in lost slumber in a land to never be comprehended. Killed for no sin but killed by sin itself, her features forever destroyed because in this case, looks can kill.

Act: Kirara Nekomata's Story

Epilogue

It was just another day.

The café was fuller then usual for that night but Kirara shrugged it off as a good night for tips. So far she had made over three hundred dollars worth. It was a pretty good advantage being a small town. Here, everyone tipped better than anywhere else and everyone was just content with everything.

Tonight though, the café was quieter than usual. The reason was simple: everyone was fretting over the death of Yuri Wadena and the news that came with it.

The fact that Yuri had returned to her dominatrix days didn't exactly surprise Kirara, but Kirara hadn't known Yuri as well as others. Sure, she had seen her around town, but who hadn't? In Trite, if you didn't know someone –unless you were new- you were considered to shut out from the world. Pretty soon your neighbours would be over at your house everyday, bringing you somewhere or another.

It was, to say the least, kind of pathetic.

But Kirara had always been happy with life in Trite. She had no plans for moving out of the place and was even eyeing someone at the moment. A hopeful, hopefully…

"Hey Shippo!" Kirara said cheerfully, pretending that everything was all okay between them. It was kind of hard after the party but she and him had talked about it. It had probably been the longest three hours of Kirara's life and afterwards, the only relief was that they had both agreed it was a mistake, caused by too much liquor on both halves.

"Hey Kirara, how are you?" Shippo asked, brushing away a strand of red hair away from his green forest eyes.

Kirara shrugged, gesturing towards the many people in the room. "Busy but that's life isn't it?"

Shippo let out an explosive sigh. "Tell me about it," he muttered and then grinned. "How's your mom?"

Kirara laughed, remembering the explosion from her mom when Shippo and her decided to make a chocolate cake with chocolate icing. It ended up terribly and most of the ingredients were out on the counters and floors rather then in the bowl.

When her mom had come home to see the mess, it had not been a pleasant greeting. In the end, Shippo had left with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

A couple days later, Shippo had gone to the store and bought a cake for the woman, having been a little sad that Mrs. Nekomata wasn't happy with him.

Kirara's mother was about as much of a mother to her daughter as she was to Shippo and since Shippo lost his parents at a very young age, Mrs. Nekomata was about as close as he got to a second chance.

"She's doing great. She loved the cake. Did you bake it yourself?"

Shippo nodded, proud. "Yes I did! Of course…" He motioned for Kirara to bend down to his level and when she did, he whispered in her ear, "Just don't tell her I got some help from the baker at the store."

Kirara burst out laughing, nearly knocking his drink over on the table. When the laughter subsided, she stood up. "Sorry Shippo but I have to go and work. See you later?"

"You bet you will," Shippo said with a wink.

Kirara kept catering until it was closing time; most of the people gone until there were only one or two. Politely, she asked a group of three men to leave, saying that it was past closing time. They left with a couple grumbles and catcalls and Kirara just ignored them all. Shippo had already left and Kirara was to close the café all by herself.

The final person in the room was bent over a newspaper, long hair covering the eyes. Kirara approached and put a hand on their shoulder. "Hey, um, sorry to bug you but the café is closing. If you could please…"

"You'll know…then you'll tell. I can't let you…I won't let you."

Kirara gasped and took a couple steps backward, feeling the familiar feel of a cold finger rubbing up and down her spine. This was not good, not good at all. The figure stepped up, closing in on her and Kirara backed up more, feeling her heart drop out of her stomach.

"Get away! Leave me alone! What are you doing? What are you doing-?"

The figure lashed out at her and Kirara turned to get away.

Kirara tried to run, wanted to run, anywhere. She had to get out, get out before she was killed. She was positive that that was going to happen. This was Yuri's murderer. Without a hint of doubt, Kirara knew.

Her life was in danger and her primal instincts for survival took over. Her legs tensed and released as she sprinted, she cut the corner sharply, going behind the counter and towards the door.

"Don't try to run you liar," the voice murmured, the sound deadly quiet.

"Oh God help me! Don't! I didn't know, I didn't know! Oh Jesus I didn't know!" Kirara shrieked. "Help me, please, oh please…"

She knew no one could hear her, but she tried anyways. It would do her no good, but at least she was trying.

Kirara was pushed against the counter, the cold chill of the marble sending a shock down her body. She was then pushed against the hard wall, the air pressed out of her lungs…

The final image that flashed through her mind was the glint of the metal and the final sound was the gasping breath when the first impact sliced through her. She couldn't breathe… She couldn't think of anything but the blackness that covered her vision…

Death and an everlasting hate…

And that night, no one had heard her scream. No one would ever hear her scream again.

Eyes: Nazuna Orikasa's Story

Epilogue

There was just something about being knocked in the head that was vaguely unpleasant, especially if it was a hard hit and especially if you fell unconscious due to it.

Nazuna opened her eyes and tried to look around her. The only thing she saw though was inky blackness. Nazuna instinctively shivered, feeling a chill so strong that she just wanted to run, hide and bury herself under everything that she could find. She was scared, and she wasn't too proud to admit that fact.

Feeling time start to drain in an invisible hourglass in her mind, Nazuna started to feel her away around her surroundings. A weird feel came from underneath her clammy hands. It felt like…millions of fibres, rough but not painful.

Her legs were bent and lowered to the bottom. She tried to lift them up and got as far as part way there until she felt a top close down on her. Reaching her hands up, she could barely stretch them all the way before she felt whatever lid was on top of her.

'Have I been…buried alive?' Nazuna thought, her eyes widening. She closed them once more and shook her head.

"No," she whispered harshly out loud, surprised by the rough sound in her voice. "I can't be."

For several minutes, Nazuna just lay there, listening to her breathing and trying to figure out where she was. An odd sound filled her and Nazuna couldn't escape the feeling that she was being transported, that she was moving.

'A car,' Nazuna thought, her mind rapidly thinking. 'I'm in a car. I'm in the trunk of a car.'

She listened to the sounds and came to the conclusion that she was on asphalt, not gravel. So she was probably still in the heart of town. In Trite.

But how long had she been knocked out? What if she had been knocked out for a couple hours? She wouldn't be in Trite anymore would she? How far away was she?

How long had she been out for?

Fear started to claw at her, the first numbing of shock casting away and the terrible lonely feel of fear overwhelming her. Her stomach was a mess, she felt as if a million, billon butterflies fluttered inside her.

Butterflies with massive five-inch bodies.

Butterflies with claws.

It was a strange feeling, fear was. It was a sheer blind panic that came from primal coarse instinct. It left you no time to think, no time to wonder and no time to worry.

The only thought that ran through your mind was a pleading one, a begging one.

I don't want to die.

Right now, Nazuna was being overwhelmed with it, tears spilling down her face like a river that wouldn't let up. She hadn't been more terrified in all of her short life. Would she die at age twenty-eight? Would she live to see Shippo again? What about her friends, Tsubaki and Korari? Would they ever know what happened to her?

If she survived this, Nazuna vowed to make her life better. She didn't know how just yet, but she would make it better.

But if was such a choosy word.

"Who would do this?" Nazuna whispered; her throat raw from trying to have a silent cry. "Why would anyone want to kill me?"

Nazuna didn't want to know but she searched her mind, thinking of all that wrong things in her life that she did. She thought maybe Kirara would, but there were three things wrong with that. One: Kirara wasn't angry at her for what happened with Shippo. Two: Kirara wasn't the type of person to go on a killing spree just because of something that she wasn't even angry at. And three: Kirara was dead.

By the same person that held her captive in a trunk.

She thought.

Nazuna wiped the tears that stained her flushed face and took three deep breaths, the outcome only a glimmer of calm. 'I have to get out of here,' Nazuna thought, looking around the black trunk. 'But how?'

Nothing could be seen and other then the sound of a running car, she heard nothing else. No other cars.

Did that mean it was late? Around midnight? Or maybe early morning?

Nazuna didn't know and personally didn't care. It wouldn't help her anyways. Suddenly, she felt the car begin to stop and a couple seconds after, the car shut off. Nazuna immediately felt her heart stop and her eyes widened in fear.

Pretend to sleep, she told herself. So she did.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the left side and Nazuna could hear her heart. When it had started beating again, she didn't know. The roaring of blood in her ears was so loud that Nazuna thought she wouldn't hear anything else.

But she did.

She heard the trunk unlock and heard hands grabbing the lid to open it. No light shone on her and she didn't have to squint. So it had to be dark out. She tried to even her breathing and for a minute, her capturer did nothing. Nazuna was about to open her eyes when she heard a voice and instantly, her body filled with relief. But then she actually registered what they said.

"I know you're awake and I want you out of the trunk, now."

Nazuna did open her eyes, startled that such a menacing sound could lie in that voice. "What?" she asked, looking at her capturer.

"Get out of the Goddamn trunk bitch and move."

Nazuna gasped and nodded, slowly getting out of the trunk.

"And if you make a sound or make a break for it, all it takes is for me to pull the trigger to lodge a bullet dead center in that head of yours."

Nazuna didn't see a gun and nothing was pressed against her. This was a joke.

A practical joke.

One hell of a fucked up joke.

But Nazuna was scared and with the fact that her brain still didn't register the fact that this could be nothing but a dream, she ran quickly. The sad fact was that she didn't even get far before she was grabbed from behind, rough hands closing around her wrists.

"Damn you Nazuna."

Nazuna let out a rasping sob before starting to struggle, throwing her weight to and fro. And before she could remember anything else, everything went black.

The only thing that Nazuna heard afterwards was the soft whisper of a painful goodbye.

Next Chapter: Numb- …A bullet lodged just below her breast and blood spilling everywhere onto the carpeted floor.

I know this chapter didn't have any Inuyasha or Kagome or anyone else but it does help to know what's going on. These are just the epilogues of the stories she wrote, not the entire thing. I didn't write the murders of Rin and Kikyo or any of them because I didn't want to mix up past and present and I hadn't exactly planned the deaths. There's no information or background about the characters anyways so it would be difficult to encorporate them in.

P.S. Which pairing do you like better? Sesshomaru and Rin (when she's older) or Sesshomaru and Kagura?