InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 38 Shades ❯ Found ( Chapter 12 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Disclaimer- See CH 4.
A/N- First, I would like to apologize for the delay in getting this up. I've been deep in writer's block, and I don't know how many times I've re-written this CH. I still don't think it's any good, but I had to put out something.
A/N (2)- Okay, even though I have Catholic prayers in this story, I, myself, am not Catholic, and had to get this information on the `Net. So, if anything is wrong, tell me the correct version in your reviews and I'll fix them. The reason I use Catholic prayers though, is because they seem to have prayers that just fit with a lot of different situations.
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CH 13- Found
I woke up with Sesshomaru's arm firmly around me. I smiled, then got up.
“Where are you going?”
I spun around. Sesshomaru was rubbing his eyes, covers around his waist, long hair… everywhere. I smiled again.
“I'm goin' to the bathroom. You have bed-hair.”
He blinked, then shrugged, a small smile on his lips. Then he crashed back into bed, and was instantly asleep. I shook my head.
He seemed so human. He looked vulnerable, curled up and snuggled into the covers.
I went to the bathroom, and tried to wash up, but couldn't. I was too distracted. I finally just sat on the toilet seat with the lid down, and laughed `til I was crying.
My first time. I feel warm just thinking about it. Sesshomaru had been…well…
I finally stopped laughing, washed up, threw on my bedclothes, and walked back to my room. It was noon, and I was hungry. I put on some black jeans and a black tank top, and walked to the kitchen barefoot.
Miz Youkan was there, in her robe. I just stared at her for a minute. I have never seen her wear anything then the most expensive designer clothes, and her she was, hair tousled, barefoot, no wakeup, and wearing a long, cotton robe. I had always pictured her as the silk robe kinda person.
“Morning, Miz Youkan.” I tried to be a little polite, but I couldn't get out of the habit of calling her “Miz” Youkan, instead of “Mrs.” Youkan.
“Good morning, Kagome.” She had a strange expression on her face.
I got myself some orange juice from the refrigerator. I stood at the counter, drinking, while Miz Youkan made herself some coffee. I was starting to go back upstairs to wake Sesshomaru up, but his mother stopped me.
“Kagome. I heard last night… what you and Sesshomaru… were doing…”
I stopped. Oh god. What was I supposed to do? I turned to her. She still had that strange look on her face. “Ummmm…” I had no idea what to say.
She gave me a thin smile. “I know that he's grown now, but it's still a bit of a shock to go to your room and hear your son…”
I knew right then I had turned a bright, vivid shade of red.
“I hope you used protection?”
I nodded. She gave me a faint smile again, picked up her coffee, and headed back upstairs. I watched her go, not really sure what to do. So I just drank the rest of my orange juice.
Sesshomaru and I sat at the library, looking up anything supernatural. We had been there for about an hour, and hadn't found anything to help. I finally just threw my hands into the air, and slumped into my chair. Sesshomaru just gave me a quick glance, then went back to his book, completely immersed in it. I stuck my tongue out at him, but he didn't notice.
I couldn't stand doing this, just searching useless books, not doing anything. I wanted to move, to do something physically.
I sighed, and slumped farther into my seat. I looked around us, all the books high over our heads.
I never really went to the library much anyways. I never really liked much to read.
Sesshomaru finally put his book down, and stared down at me. “You should be reading.”
“I don't want to, it's boring.”
“It doesn't matter, we have to find all the information we can. Do you want to die?”
I stared at him, eyes wide. “No, not really. But what does that have to do with the shades?”
“Don't try that Kagome, you know your life is in danger. You know that those shades are getting into your mind into your soul.”
I looked away from him. His words were true, but I didn't want them to be. I wanted to be in complete control, but I'm not. I can't control them, they can do anything to me, and I have no power to stop them. I really don't.
“Kagome?”
“Yeah?”
“You said that there was a ritual that you used to do, on that helped the shades move on. What did you do?”
I had forgotten all about that. “Well, okay, first I had to know the name of the shade I was helping. Then I would get some Angelicato sprinkle over the grave and around it.”
“Angelica? Why that?”
“It's supposed to protect and wards of evil and stuff like that. It's more protection for us if the shade I'm trying to save if confused and attacks us. Don't know if it works, but it seemed to. Then I would say the Eternal Rest prayer.”
“Eternal Rest prayer?”
“Yeah, I don't know if that is the right name, but you know, it's the one that says, `Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen.' It's Catholic.”
“Hmmm Why that, why a prayer? Shouldn't you say like, some kind of spell or something?”
“Maybe, but a prayer, well, it's God related, and I guess shades are afraid of God. Or maybe `cause God's words are law? I didn't pay much attention in church.”
Sesshomaru just shrugged. “I didn't go to church at all, so you're better off them me.”
“I guess… Okay, so then after I'd said that, I would sprinle some lavendar, it's supposed to bring peace, tranquility, that kinda thing. After that, I just left, that was all the book said I had to do.”
Sesshomaru listened intently, not letting any detail escape him. When I finished, he nodded. “We have to try that.”
“You don't think it sounds stupid?”
“It doesn't matter if I do or not. It's the only option we have, and we have to try everything we can.”
I shrugged. “I don't even know if it's real or not. It could just be a bunch of crap.”
“As I said, it doesn't matter. We have to try.”
“I really don't want to.”
Sesshomaru suddenly stood up and slammed his book on the table. The librarian gave him a stern look, then turned away. I stared at him, eyes wide.
“Kagome, stop acting like a baby. I'm tried of you complaining all the time, if you want to die, then die, I don't give a fuck.” He spun around, white hair blown like a cape around him, and left the library.
I could only sit there, watching the door. I have never seen Sesshomaru act like that before. In a way, it was comforting to know he really, really, really had emotions.
The librarian glared at me, so I straightened up the table, and made my way outside.
I wasn't expecting Sesshomaru to be there, and he wasn't. I sighed and stared up at the overcast sky. I walked down the steps and down the sidewalk. I had enough money that I could fide a bus to Sesshomaru's house.
I pulled the hood of my hoodie up, stuck my hands in my pockets, and hunched over while walking.
There was only a week left until Christmas. It should be white, with lots of snow, but it isn't. Everything's so gray, so dull.
I thought over what Sesshomaru had said. Was I really acting that way? Probably. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it.
I'm terrified of those shades, the power they have over me. They can do almost anything to me, and I don't have the power to stop them.
Yes, I had that ritual, but really, what good would that be? If we get rid of these shades, sooner or later there'll be more, taking more and more out of me.
And also, the thought that they could hurt Sesshomaru scared me, almost to the point that I wonder if I should leave him, go far away so he can never get hurt by anything round me. But then, I see him, see his wonderful amber eyes, and I don't want to go. I feel that I can't leave. He holds my heart, and I can't get it back. I don't want it back.
“Hey, Mr. Shiro, you forgot your change!”
I whipped around. No, no, not him.
I watched a young black-haired boy, about seven, run toward an older man. The man had black hair streaked with gray. He was stooped over, as if gravity was pushing on him, pushing and pushing `til he couldn't walk straight.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I followed his every movement.
He stopped and turned back, waiting for the boy to catch up. I couldn't hear them talk, but I saw the man smile, and the boy hold his hand out to him. The man took his change; I saw the dull sun glint faintly off the coins. They talked a bit more, then the man ruffled the young boy's hair and started away. The boy ran back to a store, running to a woman behind the counter, who looked exactly like him and was obviously his mother.
I turned back to the man, and watched him make his way down the street. I was pulled to him; I took off after him, not thinking about what I was doing.
My heart felt heavy, like it was made of cement. What if this was the Mr. Shiro, the one who killed the shades? What would I do with him? Do I turn him into the police? No, I have no evidence, no proof. I don't think they'll be very willing to listen to a girl with a police record, especially if she's talking about ghosts.
I followed his trench-coated figure through the streets, at a reasonable distance, of course. I had no idea what I was going to do if I caught up to him, but I was going to follow him anyways.
He walked swiftly, but not fast enough to cause a scene. Just a steady walk I had no problem following.
I felt like I couldn't breathe, that something was pushing down on me. Everything seemed to go by in slow motion, like swimming through molasses.
`What am I gonna do when I get there? What am I gonna do?'
I watched him as he stopped, then went inside an apartment building. I wanted to go in, to confront him. But something held me back. Something told me that he was dangerous, and that it'd be crazy for me to go in there alone. I memorized the building address, then walked back to the library. Sesshomaru was there on the steps.
As soon as he saw me, he ran to me and grabbed me.
“Where the hell did you go, I was worried!” I just stared at him. He shook me. “Damnit, answer me!”
“I found Shiro,” I finally said. “I found that son of a bitch that killed your brother.”
Sesshomaru's face paled slightly. Then his eyes grew hard, cold. “Where is he?”
“I memorized the address. I can take you there.”
Sesshomaru gave me hug, then held my hand. “Show me where.” I nodded, and we headed off.
Okay, here it is, and I'm off to go write the next CH.