InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Voices ❯ Demon in the Well ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Thank you guys, for such helpful criticism and reviews!

 

I really hope you'll stick with me through the end, I hope I can keep up the potential and stay interesting.

 

Thank you for pointing out my errors in chapter one. I really appreciated that, and offering advice and compliments will really help me along. Please, keep it up! I'll edit it and have it reposted by next week, along with chapter three.

 

I actually had a daydream where Inuyasha and I had an argument about this chapter because I made him so OOC. I have an answer for that in the coming chapters though, so don't freak out by his behavior!

 

*Sigh* However, I do miss my Sesshomaru.

 

Inuaysha: WHAT?!

 

^_^'' Heh. Enjoy chapter two.

 

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Demon in the Well

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Kagome was so stunned by pain on top of pain, by surprise, by complete and utter fear that she couldn't even scream.

 

A pair of nostrils pressed itself against her forehead and took in a big lungful of her scent. The mouth was inches away from her nose and she involuntarily breathed in the odor of dust. `Oh my god' her mind raced. `I'm going to die!'

 

She shut her eyes. He was real! The demon in the well was real. He was real and touching her. She could feel his nose pressed against her head, no longer stone but real flesh!

 

Kagome let out a whimper. She shook with fear. She felt really sharp nails gripping her shoulders, like little knives ready to slice her to shreds. They pricked and pinched her skin. His weight pressed down on her, his knee on her chest. Her lungs couldn't operate properly under pressure and instinct told her to hold her breath, keep the air that she had or she would suffocate.

 

The nose continued to take in huge amounts of air. She wasn't being torn apart, or bitten, or anything horrible. She was being smelled. He exhaled from his mouth and Kagome could feel tiny dust particles settling on her eyelids. She began to feel her heart race; she could hear it in her ears. Her chest really started to hurt. She couldn't hold it in much longer; she had to take a breath. “Please,” she managed to force out of her mouth. She quivered at the sensation of his warm stale breath on her face.

 

Her plea gave a chance for the air from her lungs to escape. She let out a grunt of pain. Tears sprang in her eyes. Her body forced her to take in air, and she began to create little pathetic choking noises as she was refused access to her lungs. She reached up as far as her arms allowed her to, under his grip on her shoulders, and grabbed cloth. She pulled as hard as she could. It wasn't her mind, but her body taking control. It wanted to live.

 

The tug seemed to accomplish something; the demon changed position and removed his knee. Kagome sucked in big amounts of air noisily and coughed. She let go of his robes and shot upright to breathe better. She butted him in the nose accidentally and he backed up a bit. Instinct took advantage of the opportunity.

 

She screamed and shoved him. He backed off of her completely and hit the ground with a loud thud. Kagome didn't waste time; she flipped over onto her front and felt blindly for the flashlight, crawling on her stomach. Her fingers closed around the metal tube and she pulled it close to her and kept going until she touched the wall. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god”

 

She smacked the flashlight hard against the side of the well. The light sputtered on and she spun it around and caught a flash of red and white before it died again. She screamed. Then:

 

“Come near me and I'll kill you!” she threatened, holding the flashlight like a bat. She knew it would be a hit and miss in the dark but she was ready to take her chances. Her pained body had had enough. This was desperation and fear talking.

 

Nothing replied. Kagome moved quickly, screwing off the top of the flashlight and shaking it hard, making the batteries rattle. She pushed the lid back on, light spilling into the darkness, and she screwed it deftly and turned it around.

 

The boy flinched in the light, holding his nose, ears flat against his head. The statute boy.

 

Only now he wasn't.

 

She shakily moved it up and down, all over his figure, taking him all in. She cast the light over his head and saw the puppy ears quirk.

 

“Did you-“ she had to swallow and breathe, the adrenaline was making her dizzy.

 

“Did you eat my brother!?” she yelled.

 

The demon boy stared some more, looking at her as if she were some type of puzzle he couldn't comprehend. He moved his hands over his eyes to shield himself from the brightness.

 

“Answer me!” Kagome cried. “Who are you?”

 

He moved towards her and Kagome screamed again. He flinched and his ears flattened against his head even further. He reached down and snatched the flashlight from her and turned it on her. She shielded her eyes from the light and cowered into a ball.

 

Taking the light, he beamed it all around the well, up the sides, down the floor, on his own hands and body. He put the beam back on her and then turned around to look behind him. His light shined on her pack, and he sniffed the air over it. Kagome peeked through her fingers and watched him. Her body slowly began to relax itself as she stared at his back. “He should have eaten me by now.” Her mind buzzed.

 

He bent down and tore her pack apart. He removed the blanket, looked at it critically under the light and threw it over his shoulder. It landed on Kagome and hooded her.

 

He took out the water bottle. He pressed his nose against it and took in deep breaths.

 

Kagome moved the blanket off her head just in time to see him poke a clawed finger through the plastic like it was paper. His mouth met the hole and he squeezed the bottle and drank. Kagome's eyes were as big as soup bowls, taking it all in. “Other than the ears he looked human,” she thought.

 

Water ran off his chin. He choked and sputtered for a second, spit out something that went plik against the wall. It sounded like a pebble. The boy stared at the corner for a second and resumed quenching his thirst. He drained the bottle quickly and tossed it aside.

 

“Um.” Kagome squeaked out when he was done. He stopped rummaging through her pack and turned to look at her. He really looked…almost normal. Not so scary at all. “Are you…going to kill me?” she whispered.

 

She had to ask. It was just the way she was.

 

He stared for a few more seconds and then shrugged, as if to say he wasn't really interested in doing so. Kagome smiled nervously. She let out a breath of apprehension. “You scared me for a second there.” She admitted. “What are you?” she asked.

 

He ignored her and went back to her now shredded book bag. There was the rattle of pills and Kagome's heart dropped. “Hey! Leave that alone!” she called. The bottle flew over his shoulder like the blanket and landed in the dark area by Kagome. She reached around until her hands closed around it and pulled it to her. “I don't have any more water! Is that what you're looking for?”

 

The boy lifted up the shredded bag and shook it. When he was finally satisfied with the conclusion that nothing was left, he threw it in the corner and looked at her expectantly.

 

“Well?” she asked. “Say something!”

 

The boy locked amber eyes with her brown ones. He opened his mouth and Kagome heard him force the air out. He shut his mouth, closed his eyes sadly, and shook his head no.

 

“So I guess asking your name is out of the question.” She said.

 

He opened his eyes and seemed to think about this. He turned to the wall of the well and began to scratch into the wood. His other hand with the flashlight went slack and the light pointed to the floor. Kagome made notice of his bare feet and red tattered looking pants. The light shot up to the wall. Kagome squinted to read.

 

“Inu…ya…sha.” She made out. “Inuyasha?” she tasted the words in her mouth. He nodded and pointed back to the wall. He had scribbled more.

 

“Who are you? When am I?” she read aloud.

 

When, Kagome noted. Not where.

 

“Um,” she began. The bundle of nerves in her throat would not go away. “I'm Kagome Higurashi,” she said, looking at him. “And you're in my well house in Japan. Um, it's November 21st 2008.”

 

Inuyasha seemed to think about this. He turned back to the wall, this time holding the flashlight as he wrote. His claw cut the wood like butter.

 

“Old man?” she read. Old man? Old-

 

“My grandfather?” she asked. Inuyasha just stared. “He died a long time ago,” Kagome answered. She suddenly recalled the stories he used to tell her. “You're the demon in the well. The one my grandfather used to “visit” all the time.”

 

She had always thought he made that up to keep her from going down and playing around in there. “But you're a statute!” she yelled excitedly at him. His ears flattened and he made a pained face. “I saw you! You were made of stone! You-”

 

He slammed his fist against the wall and she shut her mouth. Inuyasha turned and wrote to her.

 

“Too loud,” she read. She looked at his sensitive and peculiar ears. “Sorry.” She told him.

 

But still… if he was a statue how did he know her grandfather?

 

Inuyasha was scribbling something else.

 

Boy? The wall read.

 

“Yes!” Kagome shouted, much to his displeasure. “My little brother! Have you seen him?”

 

The well was spacious, but not huge. Kagome could walk around the entire perimeter it in under a minute. She had reached the conclusion that Souta hadn't been down here to begin with. Until, that is, Inuyasha nodded.

 

“You have?” Kagome asked, remembering the volume of her voice. “Where is he?”

 

He stared at her. Then looked right behind her to the wall she was pressed against. He turned to the wall with his writing.

 

Other side. He wrote.

 

Her back was against the smooth grain of the wood yet she turned around anyway. It did not suddenly become a magic doorway or open to reveal her brother. It remained solidly a wall.

 

Puzzled, she turned back to face him. “What?”

 

He pointed a clawed finger at it. Then he pointed back to the word Boy.

 

“I don't understand.”

 

Inuyasha gave her a Look. The kind of expression that her mother would give her when she was being difficult.

 

He turned back to his wall and scribbled something.

 

He was sent. Was taken. Gone. He then pointed back to- Other side.

 

“The other side?” she mumbled a few seconds later. Inuyasha pointed to the wall behind her for emphasis.

 

“Can you… take me to him?”

 

He shook his head fiercely.

 

Kagome turned and touched the wall. It was solid under her contact. She felt around it for some kind of purchase, some kind of knob and found nothing. “Souta?” she called. No reply.

 

She turned back to Inuyasha. “You have to take me to him,” she said. “He could be hurt.”

 

Inuyasha shook his head.

 

“He's not?” she asked. A horrible thought occurred. “Is he alive!?”

 

Inuyasha's ears flattened and he bared his teeth at her. She saw two sharp and menacing fangs. “Sorry.” She said quickly. “But I need to know if he's alive.”

 

He scowled, folded his arms, and nodded, looking extremely annoyed.

 

“How do you know?”

 

Inuyasha looked down, eyes searching the floor. He was thinking. He wrote on the wall:

 

My duty.

 

She looked around and picked up the bottle of pills. “He can get very sick if he doesn't get these.” She said shaking the bottle at him.

 

He shrugged.

 

Kagome's hands balled into fists. “Inuyasha,” she said calmly. “I don't want to yell. You didn't rip me to pieces and I appreciate that. But I need to get to wherever Souta is and if you don't help me I will scream you're freakin' ears off.”

 

He showed her his claws. They glinted in the light.

 

“But I'm willing to compromise,” she added quickly. `Why hasn't he torn me to shreds yet?'

 

He glared at her and then, on the wall, wrote Want it.

 

“Want it?” Kagome asked. “What does that mean?”

 

Inuyasha sat down and crossed his legs Indian style. He stared at her intently. No more answers.

 

Kagome read the words over and over again. She sighed hopelessly. Souta was her brother. Even more he was her responsibility. She didn't know how he got to wherever he was, or why he was there, but she had to get him back.

 

Wherever he was, he must be cold and alone and scared…maybe even worse.

 

She turned to face the wall. She put her forehead against it, both palms flat on the grain. She ignored the hot pain in her wrist, knowing that some things were more important.

 

“Please…” she said quietly, meaningfully. “I need him back.”

 

It pushed in with a neat little click and fell away. There was a tunnel. She could crawl through it. She peered inside and once again darkness loomed. She turned back at the demon who was staring intensely at the opening. He didn't look happy at all.

 

“Give me my flashlight.” She commanded.

 

He looked at her quizzically.

 

“My flashlight! That thing in your hand.”

 

He looked down at the device and then at her. He looked at the portal and then at her again. Comprehension dawned.

 

He smashed it against the side of the wall, shattering it to pieces. The darkness rushed back, enveloping them both.

 

“Great!” Kagome shouted. Not like it was going to stop her though. “I'm going without it then! I have to get my brother.” Pills in her pocket, she got on her hands and knees and began to crawl through the opening. She heard him slam his fist against the wall and moved a little quicker, lest he tried to stop her. The panic rose back into her heart so fast she felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. But that didn't matter now. What mattered was Souta. She was very very determined.

 

She was also very very afraid.

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Inuyasha was unimaginably thirsty. Much more, he was puzzled. How the spell had been broken, he didn't know. But the important thing was he was back. He stared through the darkness to the entrance. The one that girl had so quickly and stupidly jumped into.

 

He flexed his claws. He'd been so angry when he awoke. His first instinct was to literally rip her throat out and kill her. But…that smell. That oddly familiar scent.

 

It had been a long time, and Inuyasha had forgotten lots. But he had never forgotten who he was, or where he was, or why he was there. And he could never ever forget that smell.

 

There was a tug in his chest. He didn't want to go back. He never wanted to go back there. But…

 

The tug came again. It was like a strong strum against his heart strings, almost painful. She was his key. She had awoken him and she had opened the door…

 

She was important. And she would die over there without him.

 

The door slid closed behind Inuyasha. Seamless, without knobs or handles, as if it had never been there to begin with.

 

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