Holy Hill by Luna C.
Peek-a-Boo
A/N: Here's the next chapter! Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Chapter 7: Peek-a-Boo
“Man… I thought there was gonna be something interesting in here.” Shippou grumbled, pouting when all he found her old pots. “Now I want to go home.”
“Well you picked this place, you stupid runt.”
“Whatever… we should have picked the main shrine.”
Inuyasha shook his head, his mask off as it was getting hard to see inside. “You idiot.”
“C’mon, let’s leave this place.”
“No, We haven’t finished checking this place out.” Inuyasha was becoming annoyed with the younger male, he picked this place, they might as well finish exploring it. They were still in the first room, there was probably something of interest in the other rooms.
“Nooo, I want to go home and eat mama’s soul cakes.” Shippou whined, pouting once more Inuyasha grabbed the back of his costume and forcefully dragging him further inside, ignoring his whines. They stepped through the open archway, entering a room that seemed to be a feudal-style kitchen, though covered in a large layer of dust.
Shippou sneezed, the sound echoing in the large space. He crinkled his nose a bit. “Do you smell that?”
“Well it smells like stale oil.”
“No, it seems like something’s burnt, it’s really irritating my nose.” Shippou pointed out, sneezing once more. “It’s all over this place! I think… I can’t breathe!”
Inuyasha smacked his head. “Stop overreacting, they did cook here you little punk.” Shippou glared him for the hit, fixing his tiny ears once more.
However, they both jumped when something fell to the ground and shattered.
“W-What was that?”
“Probably a rat or animal knocked one of the pots over.” Inuyasha said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The noise was unexpected and he hoped Shippou didn’t see him jump, he would never hear the end of it.
“How can an animal be in here, the doors were closed.”
“Well they could’ve burrow underneath the building, this shrine is pretty old.”
Shippou gave him a blank look. “I’m surprised that you would know something like that.” Another smack to his head and he whimpered. “Stop hitting me! You’re gonna permanently mess up my ears and I like them!”
“Well stop being a little smartass.”
They walked further in, opening pots to see them empty, not a single layer of dust in them. That was until another pot fell over, scaring them once more.
“Those damn rats!” Inuyasha shouted, wanting to hurt those insignificant creatures. One pot broke behind them, lifting the dust from the floor into the air as its shattered pieces laid crumbled.
“Hey, that burnt smell seem stronger now.” Shippou lifted his lantern, the dust cloud obscuring his view. But he gasped, seeing something unbelievable. He saw charcoaled skin, with pink flesh tones underneath the peeling layer and blue eyes, hauntingly looking at them as the figure crouched over the pot. Shippou got over his shock, a cold chill shivering through his body. “Oh shit! Run!”
“Wait what?!”
“Run!” He frantically screamed again, scaring the living hell out of Inuyasha as they both scrambled towards the exit, until what seemed to be an open archway was barricaded with a thick layer of wood. “What the hell!? This wasn’t here before!”
Inuyasha kicked at the wood, but it was futile, it wouldn’t budge. They both quickly plastered their backs to the door, their frightened eyes glancing around as they held their lantern shakily in front of them. Inuyasha gulped, trying to find his voice. “W-what did you see?”
Shippou had the nerve to chuckle, a small one. “I told you, you were gonna be scared.” Inuyasha gave him a glare. “Okay, okay… I can’t explain what I saw…”
“You better tell me why we were running like that.”
“Okay, okay…” Shippou took a deep breath, his skin feeling clammy. “I think I saw someone.”
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“Is this blood?” Sango asked, looking at her hand.
“No, I think it’s probably some paint.” Miroku said, not wanting to figure out what it was, they were in an abandoned shrine, it could have been anything.
She shook her head. “It would have been sticky if it was paint, and its still warm.” Sango looked up, noticing that Miroku was still playing with the dog. “Did you hear me Miroku?”
“Yes I did, my dear Sango.” He sighed, getting up from his crouching position.
“Where did this… blood came from and why was it on this dog?” Sango pointed at it, but there was only a emptied space when her gaze seek it out where it once stood. “Where did it go?”
They both looked around, trying to see with their lanterns, but there was nothing. Even the floors seemed clear of tiny paw prints, as if it was never there.
“This is very peculiar…” Miroku’s voiced seemed to be strained, like he didn’t want to say those words. He felt something was amiss, like that dog was a warning to something. Sango was probably right, that could have been blood, but whose blood? It made no sense and it absolutely terrified him. If someone was murdered, he didn’t want to be here and blamed. He couldn’t last in jail, not even for a day.
“What do you mean, the dog probably ran off after you stop playing with it.” Sango scoffed, her anxiety of the place waning after seeing the dog, and now was looking for it. But she jolted when Miroku’s cold hands touched her from behind, seeping through the flimsy fabric. “Stop touching me, your hands are very cold.”
“Huh?” Came the confused voice of the male a couple feet in front of her. But that didn’t registered since she was looking behind her, still looking for the small puppy that ran away.
“You’re touching me.” She pointed out, stretching out her arm to see what was in front of her.
“No, I’m not…” Miroku whispered out, his eyes widening, his knees buckling. His voice was caught in his throat, too shocked to really say anything, to warn Sango, to inform her.
Sango’s eyebrows furrowed, turning around and freezing when Miroku was standing in front of her, holding his candy bag and lantern, and the cold hands didn’t disappear. “Oh my god… please tell me there isn’t someone behind me…” She whimpered out, her voice nearly cracking.
“Uh…” He looked horrified, couldn’t explain what he was seeing. He thought it was all a story. A story to scare anybody. But what stood before him and behind Sango, peeking, was a small boy, pale as a ghost but a blue tinge around his mouth and nose, his eyes bloodshot. “What the--”
“AHHHH!”
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“Did you hear that?”
“You’re always hearing something.”
“I know, but it sounded like a scream this time.” Kagome said, wiping her forehead, uncaring that the green makeup was smeared across the black fabric of her costume. She was sweating, a cold sweat since inside was freezing. It was from the fear she was feeling. She rotated her neck, it became stiff after having her form rigid from being scared. “I hope everyone’s okay.”
“They are fine.” Sesshomaru tried to reassure her. Though it wouldn’t work since Kagome’s nerves were already chaotic and seemed claustrophobic after they figured out they were trapped inside the shrine.
“I don’t want to be here.”
Sesshomaru felt his eye twitch, hearing the same comment every second. “I know you don’t.”
“I want to leave, Sesshomaru.”
“How many times are you going to tell me that?”
“All the time until we get out of here.” She smartly said, glaring at the older male as he turned his head to send her one in return. He felt that he was going to go crazy with all the nagging she have been doing in the past five minutes, couldn’t she keep her mouth shut for at least a couple seconds? Never before had he thought she was troublesome, a bit annoying at times, but this was going overboard.
“We will get out of here when the time comes, so be quiet.” He still had his head turned towards her as the hallway was completely empty.
“Sesshomaru, stop!”
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Prompt: Soul Cake
Kneazle’s Halloween Challenge