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Devotion that Withstands Time	By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phase 11
Terror of the Peach Killer
Thursday 12, April 2001

Lying in a very soft and comfortable bed, you awaken and pull the blanket over your head, trying to block out the rays of sunlight from the window and bury yourself inside the warmth beneath the bed sheets. All at once, the memories of last night rush into your head, and you open your eyes and sit up abruptly.

This is definitely not your bedroom. It seems much more like a hotel room, sparse on decoration with a love seat in the corner of the room, and a nightstand besides the bed.

At the strange, itchy feeling of something stuck to your cheek, you reach up, and run your fingers over the soft pad clinging to your cheek curiously. You rise from the bed, and walk to the door that you think is most likely the bathroom, and enter. You frown slightly at what you see in the bathroom mirror.

Your bed hair is much angrier than usual; you’re wearing the same thing from yesterday, sans your jacket and shoes, and dried steaks of what probably were tears, trail down your cheeks, though you don’t remember crying. On the side of your face, blocking one tear trail is a bandage stuck to your cheek. You peel the pad away and examine the small, reddish area of skin it was covering.

You begin to turn, but flinch at the pinching shock at your cheek when a black object suddenly smacks you in the side of the face from behind.

After splashing away the remnants of sleep and tears away, you turn to the shower and shrug out of your clothes. After several minutes of standing under the hot spray of water, the memories of last night replay in your head. The mess of the apartment, Katsuro standing there in the middle of it, looking lost, and that woman… Who the hell was she? And Inuyasha…

“.. I can’t explain what’s going on right now, but I will.”

“Everything is going to be alright.”

You sigh, close your eyes, and run your fingers through your wet hair.

You flinch when the shower curtain suddenly draws open, Yura peeks in and gazes over your body with a small smirk. “Not bad.” You stare at her surprised, almost slipping on the wet floor, but steady yourself against the wall.

“___!” A familiar voice calls from outside of the bathroom.

“Inuyasha!” You quickly step out of the shower, snatch a hotel provided towel from the rack, and wrap it around yourself just as the bathroom door swings open.

Inuyasha enters the bathroom and brushes pass Yura to get to you. Behind them, at the door, Katsuro peeks in curiously.

“Are you ok?” Inuyasha asks and looks over your form.

“Yeah,” you answer, staring up at him intently.

You notice as his eyes lower from yours to your once bandaged cheek. You reach up and touch the particular area. “Inuyasha…”

“___,” he puts his hand over yours, grasps it gently in his own, pulls you against him and wraps his other arm around you. You turn your head to lean against his chest and intertwine your fingers in his.

Yura clears her throat. “Sorry to interrupt such a tender moment, but…”

Inuyasha instantly retracts from you as a light flush darkens his face. You tighten the towel around yourself more securely remembering Katsuro’s and Yura’s presence behind Inuyasha.
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The first thing you notice when you exit the bathroom is the lack of Inuyasha’s presence. You set your gaze on Yura, who sits on the edge of the bed seeming to be glaring at her cell phone.

“Where’s Inuyasha? And Katsuro?” You ask, gently squeezing your wet hair with a towel.

Yura closes her cell phone with a light ‘click’ and tucks it into her pocket before looking to you. “Urgent business, don’t worry about them.” She waves her hand dismissively and tilts her head to the side, looking at you closely. “Oh, that healed up well.”

“Eh?” You touch your cheek.

“Last night, the device I used to put you to sleep made a nasty burn mark on your face, it even swelled a little. By the looks of it, I thought it might have left a permanent mark.” She says and laughs.

“What the fuck?!” Inuyasha yells, holding your limp body against him. “You’re not supposed to smack people in the face with that!”

Yura hums disinterestedly while examining her fingernails. “It’s not my fault, she moved.”

He growls. “Why you-“

“Hey, is her face swelling?” Katsuro asks, looking down at you closely.

“That half demon was really pissed.” She frowns. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“Are you an officer? Who are you?” You ask beginning to feel uneasy of the other woman’s presence.

Yura stands, turns away from you partly and looks down at her watch.

At her silence, you frown at her suspiciously. “And why were you in France? And at Myoga’s and Shoga’s anniversary?”

“Pure coincidence!” She answers, looking back at you cheerfully and laughs at your disbelieving stare in response. “If you must know, I was evaluating the future member of my squad, and congratulations, he passed. He spotted me several times by the end of our little test. Be thankful, if it wasn’t for him, you would be dead three times over.” She says and winks at you.

You frown deeply, trying to will away alarm racing through you at her words.

She smirks at your expression. “And the other one really was just coincidence. I had no idea about it, but your friend…? Miroku, was it? Was very good at changing my mind.”

“By the way, my name is not Yura. It’s Sango, and I’m the captain of my squad.” She says, slips out her wallet out of her pocket, flashes her badge and picture of identification to you, and tucks it back into her pocket just as quick.

“Oh…” You continue to squeeze your hair with the towel anxiously waiting for Inuyasha’s return.

“You’ll get split ends.” Sango says abruptly.

“Excuse me?”

“You’ll get split ends, be more gently. Here, let me.” She repeats and steps behind you and gently squeezes your hair with the towel.

“Um…” You stand, slightly bemused as the other woman tends to your hair.

She curses under her breath when she finishes. “No good.”

“What?” You glance back at her.

“Your hair! Compared to that half demon’s...” She huffs, “such a downgrade.”

You gasp, very much offended. “A downgrade?! He doesn’t even bother combing his hair in the morning sometimes! And I-“

“Yes, yes, I’ll see if I can help you later. You must be hungry, hm?” She asks ignoring your offense.

You blush faintly, still annoyed, as your stomach growls softly.

“Let’s go, we have much to do after breakfast.” Sango says, and walks to the door.

You follow the other woman out of the room reluctantly.
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“Dye?” You ask, looking at Sango curiously.

After going to a fast food restaurant near the hotel, Sango went to a drug store to buy hair care products. You and her are now walking back to the hotel on the crowded sidewalk among the other citizens.

“Yes,” Sango answers, smiling. “This color will look much better on your hair. It’s dull the way it is now.”

You sigh irritably, “Ms. Sango, why-“ you release a startled cry as the ground the suddenly trembles beneath you and dust and smoke thickens the air. “An earthquake?”

You look around, but the faint outlines of the other citizens falling, yelling and moving around you is all you see, as the smoke gets thicker. “Ms. Sango?” You call out, but receive no answer. You rub your eyes as they start to tear up from the smoke. “Ms. Sango?”
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One Hour Later

“Where is ___?” Inuyasha asks, having returned.

Sitting on the curb of the sidewalk, Sango frowns at him, gently rubbing her sprained ankle. Across the street from them, a couple ambulances are parked, nursing the crowd of citizens that had passed out from the smoke earlier.

“I’m not sure.” Sango answers.

“What the hell do you mean you’re not sure? You were with her!” He points out as his brows furrow with apprehension.

“And then there was an explosion, and I fell. I can’t keep track of her, and try not to get trampled on, too.” She replies.

Katsuro crosses the street to them, having gathered little information after talking to another officer. Inuyasha scowls, and turns to the crowd of people across the street searching for you.

“She’s not there, but…” She picks up a small clear bag, containing a fruit that was set beside her. “I did find this.”

“A rotting peach?” Katsuro states, looking at the fruit confused.

“Yes, this is the mark of a serial killer, nicknamed the “peach man.” He rapes and buries random women near peach trees. He broke out of prison five years ago with an accomplice, and I happened to glance over a wanted list, lucky for you.” Sango says grimly.

Katsuro frowns in disgust. “… ___’s been kidnapped by the Peach Mean?”

“And maybe someone just dropped a peach on the ground. Even if that did happen, there’s plenty of women over there, forbid it, but why would he get her out of all of them?” Inuyasha asks, glaring at Sango crossly.

“Perhaps she’s just lucky?” Sango replies coolly.

“We’re all so fucking lucky…” Inuyasha grumbles, turning away.

“Anyhow,” she pulls out her cell phone, flicks it open, and displays a picture of large, heavyset, slovenly appearing man on her phone to the two. “This is the Peach Man, from my sources I hear that he’s living in a secluded area a short distance away from this district. I’ve sent you both the information I have on him.”

Inuyasha pulls out his own cell phone to open the new mail.

“However, we will not be charging in there alone. I’m reporting back to the headquarters today, and tomorrow, if I can gather another team by then, we’ll go in.” Sango says, looking at Inuyasha intently.

Katsuro looks to Sango incredulously. “But, won’t ___ be...” He glances to Inuyasha. “…Harmed by then?”

“We’ll just have to hope for the better. The Peach Man is a dangerous demon; he’s taken down several other squads over the years. We have to be cautious. You will not be stupid and go there alone, is that understood?” She says firmly.

Though both men reluctant and anxious about the command, they both nod. “Understood.”
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Speeding down an almost empty freeway, Inuyasha steps further down on the gas in the black van he and Katsuro sit in. “Can this thing go any faster? Damn…”

Katsuro stares forward at the road worriedly. “…I hope ___’s ok... But Sango’s, right, we could use some backup.”

Inuyasha glares at Katsuro at out of the side of his eye before looking back at the road. “I don’t trust that bitch, but I’m not waiting around while ___’s with him.”

“But you said it yourself, what if someone just dropped their peach, and ___’s safe somewhere?”

“…..Then we’re screwed.” He glances at Katsuro. “If you’re scared, go ahead and jump out, but I’m not stopping.”
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Katsuro stops to wipe the sweat from his brow as a twig crunches underneath his foot. It is near sunset and he and Inuyasha had been jogging through the forest for a while to find their mysterious destination. Katsuro sighs heavily and gazes up at the decrepit and unkempt mansion. The grass and bushes around the mansion are neglected, wild, and full of weeds. The windows of the mansion are dark, dirty and a few are busted.

Katsuro pales. “It looks like a haunted house.”

“Let’s go.” Inuyasha says, walking closer to the house through tall weeds and grass. “We’ll split up; we can cover more ground that way.”

“Are you serious? What if one of us runs into the Peach Man?” Katsuro asks, looking at him surprised.

Inuyasha points to the earphones connected to his collar, and looks inside of a window. “That’s what these are for.”

“These would be worthless if he was standing right in front of one of us.” Katsuro grumbles.

Beside him, Inuyasha carefully pushes the window open, checks it steadiness and looks inside the murky house. He pauses and gazes inside the mansion for several seconds. “Is this the right place?”

“It has to be, it’s the only location on the message the captain sent us.”

“It reeks in there and it sounds devoid of life.” He says and steps aside from the window. “..Go first.”

Katsuro nods, moves closer to the window, but stops. “Wait, why am I going first? She’s your wife!”

“Fine, coward, I’ll go first.” Inuyasha mutters, brushes pass Katsuro and climbs into the mansion through the window.

On entrance, he breaks into a fit of sneezes from the thick blanket of dust in the air. He quickly presses the collar of his jacket to his nose and looks around the room. Based on the old, dusty furniture and out-dated television in the room, it seems he’s inside of the den or living room. He glances across the room to the staircase as Katsuro stumbles inside of the room from the window.

“You’re right, it does stink in here. It smells like something’s rotting.”

Inuyasha reaches behind himself, underneath his jacket and removes a handgun that was tucked into his pants. Katsuro does the same, retrieving a similar handgun, and looks to the half demon.

“So- are you crying?” Katsuro asks, surprised.

Inuyasha blinks, and quickly wipes his watery eyes with his sleeve. “No, it’s the dust!”

Katsuro sighs. “I’m worried, too, but I’m sure ___’s fine.”

“That’s not it!” He snaps, and stalks over to the staircase. “We’re splitting up here.”

Katsuro follows, but passes the staircase to the next room. “I hope there isn’t a basement.”

Inuyasha slowly creeps up the stairs, frowning as each step groans beneath his weight. At the top, he looks around his new surroundings. Behind him, and parallel to the staircase is a short hall leading to another staircase, which must be to the attic and before him, to his left and right are two more hallways leading to several different rooms.

He exits the staircase and turns to take his chances with the right hall first. Holding his gun ready, he nudges the first door open, but only to reveal an empty closet. He furrows his brows in annoyance as he walks down the hall to the next door. Inuyasha pauses to look out the window, above the trees to the darkening sky, before cursing quietly, and nudging the next door open.

The room, maybe once a study, or an office, is as empty as the closet. A large shelf of dusty, old books lined a wall, and in the middle of the room, a desk is stacked with books and papers, along with a lamp, and a teakettle and cup. Inuyasha turns from the room in disinterest and nearly jumps when he hears Katsuro’s voice cursing loudly from the small speaker near his ear.

“What the hell did I just step in?” Katsuro’s voice crackles unhappily and the crunching of some unseen object is heard over the speaker. “I found what the smell was. This guy eats an ungodly amount of fast-food.”

Inuyasha sighs in relief, and turns to the next door, tensing slightly when he hears a soft thump from inside the room. The door creaks as he nudges it open and he grimaces as the stench of rotting food greets him at the threshold. The look of the room is as bad as the smell. Many boxes of fast food are carelessly strewn around and on top of the nightstand, and large bed, staining the bed sheets and the carpet, opposite of the bed, a television set lies on its side broken, and above the television an unknown purplish substance, seeming to have been thrown and splattered there, stains the off-white wall.

Blended in or perhaps overpowered by the stench of rotting foods, is a different scent, unknown, but still of the rotting smell quality and equally capable of making him gag.

The half demon promptly turns to leave, but pauses after hearing another thump followed by quiet scrapping noise from within the room. Stepping pass the threshold, he glances around the room and finds the source of the noise coming from the closet on the other side of the bed. He rounds the bed, stepping around a discarded pizza box and other old wrappings and boxes that used to hold food. Inuyasha glances down, grimacing slightly at the moldy contents of a ramen cup that he accidentally knocked over. Momentarily distracted by the mess, he jerks to attention when the closet door abruptly swings open, and hits the wall. In the very same instant, a gunshot shatters the silence of the room.

Seconds later, after recovering from the unintended fire, Inuyasha looks down to the lightly smoking barrel of his gun and then to the motionless cat on the floor that had leaped out of the closet towards him. Slowly returning to his regular breathing pattern, Katsuro’s alarmed calls from the speaker immediately reaches his ears. He snaps back a lie as an excuse to the other man and quickly exits the bedroom without another look back at the lifeless cat on the floor.
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“Damn it…” Inuyasha curses, scowling at the soot inside of the mansion’s fireplace.

He and Katsuro stands in the living room, back where they began in the mansion after a fruitless search. Katsuro stands beside the bookcase, on the opposite wall of the fireplace, dialing on his cell phone.

Inuyasha clenches his fists, and his expression easily gives away his inner turmoil. “___...”

“The captain isn’t answering the phone. The line is busy.” Katsuro says, dialing on his phone, still attempting to reach the woman.

Inuyasha turns around to glower at his squad mate and growls, “I’m going to kill-“

Both men still when the lock of the mansion’s front door clicks and door swings open. Katsuro immediately presses himself presses himself against the wall beside the bookcase and Inuyasha kneels behind the couch. Both are hidden from view from the new arrival.

The Peach man, a very large and messily dress man, hobbles through the front door, carrying the limp body of a young woman over his shoulder. With one arm, he secures the young woman on his shoulder and the other he holds a cell phone to his arm, in a vehement argument with the other person on the phone.

Crouched behind the couch, Inuyasha can almost clearly see the large man from the dirty mirror on the wall across from him. Katsuro, stays pressed against the wall, glancing around every now and then, careful of being seen.

At once, the peach man throws his cell phone out of his sight, into the shadows of the living room while furiously cursing the other person on the phone. Peach man’s attention and mood quickly turns at the sound and sight of a familiar creature bounding down the stairs.

“Udon!”

Inuuyasha’s eyes widen at the sight of the slender cat scampering to the Peach man’s feet in the reflection of the mirror. The Peach man kneels down and pets the purring cat.

“I missed you, too,” the Peach man coos to the cat affectionately. The cat purrs in response and rubs against the heavy man’s ankles. “Tonight we’ll celebrate with a feast!”

The Peach man turns and walks in the direction of the kitchen, disappearing from the mirror’s view and the cat eagerly follows.

A moment after their leaves, Inuyasha rises from his hiding place and Katsuro retrieves his cell phone from his pocket and begins dialing frantically.

“I’m calling for help,” Katsuro says, dialing with much more urgency than before. “Let’s-“

“I’m going after them. Back me up.” Inuyasha quickly walks into the next room, following the Peach man, already holding his gun ready.

Katsuro looks up to his friend in disbelief, before following him. “How-? Wait a minute!”
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Rip. You open your eyes and blearily stare down at the sharp, shiny blade slicing through the fabric of your shirt. You mildly recognize the pain as the tip of the blade barely meets your skin ascending from the hem of your shirt to your collar. You raise your eyes to the strange and unfamiliar holder of the knife, and release a horrified scream.

“Shut up!” The Peach man yells, and slaps you across the face.

You gasp, shocked silent by your suddenly throbbing cheek. The Peach man continues to shred away your shirt. Forcibly turned to that direction, you gaze at the window, though not clearly seeing it as tears begin to fill your eyes.

“Oh, right… I almost forgot my jug.” The Peach man says to himself, and abruptly stabs the knife into a nearby worktable you did not notice there before. With that, he leaves the remains of your shirt on the floor below, and disappears in the shadows of the room where the light doesn’t cover. Heavy creaks of a staircase are what you hear moments afterwards.

Breathing deeply, you frantically glance around the dark room, and wiggle your fingers. Your wrists are bound together by what feels to be rough rope, and your feet aren’t touching the floor. The feeling of something cold and metal gracing against your fingers must be the hook you’re hanging from.

The only light source in the room is the dappled moonlight from the window. The light shines over the tools on top of the table, a pile of worn-looking rope, a ragged cloth, and the blade used to slice through your shirt jammed into the table.

Tears trickle down your cheeks as the sharp blade glints ominously at you in the flickering moonlight. Panicking, you attempt to fight against the tight grip of your restraint, but to no use.

On the other side of the room, the door at the top of the stairs whines as it opens and closes. A soft clack and thud is heard, followed by the heavy creaks of the staircase as a slighter form compared to the Peach man shows his/her outline in the darkness of part of the room the light doesn’t cover.

To your surprise, Inuyasha appears in the path of moonlight. He is still in uniform, though his hair, eyes and ears has returned to their human appearance. His dark eyes quickly settle on your hanging form that’s nearly hidden in the shadows.

“___!” Inuyasha immediately tucks his gun into his pants and walks to your side.

He scans over your half-bare body, trying to find injuries that his eyes can find in the dimmer side of the room. His eyes fall and linger on the long, vertical cut from your stomach, through the valley of your breasts and to your chest. Though the cut is light, a small bead if blood trickles down from its beginning and meets the edge of your navel. He lightly touches your stomach beside the path of the cut and traces it up before deflecting his eyes to the rope tightly coiled around your wrists.

You shiver at the graze of his fingers along with the stinging pain of the cut. He leans forward, reaches up, and tugs on the rope before stepping back and removing the blade from the table. He cleanly slices through the rope and your once again back on your feet.

The blade clatters to the floor from his hold, so he could grip your arms instead. His slightly eases his grip as he gazes down at you and the tears trickling down your cheeks. “…Are you ok?”

“Y-yeah...” You answer shakily, finding your voice at last.

You look away from his searching eyes to the ground anxiously while Inuyasha takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You look back to the half human. “Inuyasha, what’s going on?”

His hands tighten on your shoulders and you flinch at the sound of gunfire from the floor above. A sharp crash of what sounds to be glass is heard seconds afterwards. You remember to breathe again and look back to the half demon with eyes wide with apprehension.

He tears his eyes from yours and walks to the window across the room. “I don’t have time to explain.” He steps onto a short stool to reach up and pry the window open. “You can fit through. Get out of here, and I’ll meet you outside.”

You quickly approach, worriedly glancing back and forth from the darkness shrouding the basement stairway and Inuyasha. Moments later, after much persistent struggle, the window finally swings open and Inuyasha steps down from the stool.

“Hurry,” he passes you on his way to the stair well. “Hide somewhere until I come to find you.”

“But...” You reach out, but he’s already out of your grasp. “Where are you going?”

Inuyasha pauses, and turns back to you scowling with grim determination. “To deal with the fatass, I can’t let him go after what he’s done to you.”

Your eyes widen at the meaning of his blunt promise. “But, you’ll…” You trail off, and purse your lips not desiring to finish that statement.

“Wait for me outside.”

You look to your feet tensely as he shortly closes the space between the two of you and pulls you tight against him. Tears once again build up, squeeze pass your tightly shut eyes and moisten his shirt. Clenching his shirt in your hands, you inwardly remember his earlier words.

“Everything is going to be alright.”

“Bullshit,” you mumble softly, catching the half demon’s attention.

“What?” Inuyasha pulls away, gently tugging your hands from his shirt.

“Nothing,” you keep eyes downward not able to meet his.

He frowns, and reaches out and brushes a tear from your cheek. “Hurry.”

With that, he turns and proceeds to the basement’s staircase. You stand silently listening to his fading footsteps in the strip of moonlight.
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Ahem, yes, Inuyasha has gone nutters. Just kidding. He has a reason for reacting the way he has been throughout the chapter, which has been very reckless. I’ve also tried to make it clear that he and Katsuro are scared stupid as they wander about the mansion, and have had no experience in dealing with demon serial killers and rapists alone before. Inuyuasha’s only inclined and actually vengeful by the end for you. I’m satisfied with how Inuyasha’s character has reacted so far with the AUness of the fic and the twist in plot. If anyone has any input on him, that’d be great.
Yeah, this chapter was originally to be one long phase moving to phase two, but I’ve cut it in half and the next update will be Terror of the Peach Killer part 2. Can anyone guess who the peach killer is? I was also going to wait until the Freedom of Speech archive came back up, but decided not to.
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