Nightmare Gallery by Fire Inu Princess
Enter The Gala
When I had left my home this morning with my half-brother, I didn’t suspect that anything was going to happen. I thought it would just be a simple day out to teach my worthless brother some culture and art. Though what I hadn’t planned on was being pulled into some crazy world where my very life was at risk and that it was attached to something as insignificant and frail as this…
I pray that I can leave this nightmare, along with… the other person that is in the same predicament as I am.
It was a beautiful day in Japan, a young man with long silvery white hair looked himself in the mirror as he checked to make sure he was prepared for his day to go to the gallery. Thinking that it was a good day, to give his younger half-brother some culture, or at least praying that would be the case. Checking himself in the mirror once again, the young man’s golden eyes stared at his pale complexion, seeing that he wore what appeared to be a button down white t-shirt shirt that didn’t really cling to his body though it did show just a tiny bit of his muscles that adorned his chest.
He wore a simple pair of blue jeans held up by a black belt around his slim waist. His silvery white hair was loose in the back, his bangs hung just a little in his eyes, his pointed ears poking out from his silver hair. On his face were two magenta stripes adorning both of his cheeks, a blue crescent moon on his forehead and a magenta strip just on his eyelids.
He had a bit of a feminine appearance though no one could mistake his masculinity not much long afterwards. Smirking to himself for a brief moment, the young looking man could see his fangs poking out from his smirk, his fangs were sharp and deadly as always and knew that he could easily rip anyone apart with them if he so chose to… Reaching over, the young man grabbed his long white jacket and slipped it on as he stared at himself in the mirror. His fingertips adorned with sharp claws that could cut through steel and magenta stripes adorning his wrists. His crests… the only sign, besides his power that he was a full blooded youkai and not one with human and youkai blood much like his half-brother.
Breathing deeply, the young man wondered if going to this gallery would even help him teach Inuyasha any kind of culture. The boy was still in high school and didn’t care about his image. The only thing he liked was getting into fights that were not even necessary. That was something that irritated the young man to no end and it made him want to smack some sense into the boy but knew that it would do little, to nothing.
The young man knew that today was possibly his last chance to get his brother to learn some culture or else he would just be a lowly half breed like he had always thought. Shaking his head, the young man grabbed his white scarf and wrapped it around his neck before he started to walk out of his room and toward the stairs. He had told Inuyasha to meet him at the front door and it was almost the appointed hour for their meeting.
Though, knowing him as well as he does, they would be a few minutes late since Inuyasha would try to plan some kind of plan to sneak away or to try to find some excuse not to go from something that doesn’t even make any kind of sense to him. Shrugging to himself, the young silvery haired man made his way to the door before slipping his feet into his white sneakers. It was going to be an interesting day, if Inuyasha didn’t learn culture, then at least he could have fun tormenting him with art of the greatest artist known to man and youkai alike. In fact, now that he thought about it, his father knew the great artist Guertena before the poor man had passed from this world to the next.
If he remembered correctly, there was a painting of his father in that gallery… it was one of the last paintings that the man had done before he had passed away. The other though, he couldn’t really be sure what it was since he had never seen it himself and it had just recently been put up in the gala for the time being.
It did have him curious as to what this other painting looked like, or what it would have been worth. All of it was confusing and it had his curiosity perked at the thought of seeing it. Soon, he heard the soft foot falls of someone walking down the stairs. Turning his head, the youkai turned his gaze onto the stairs and saw a teenager walking down the stairs. He wore blue jeans that the knees were ripped out of them and looked a little torn just under the knees.
His long silver hair flowed with his movements and had two forelocks hanging over his shoulders. A pair of triangle dog ears perched atop of his head and his golden eyes narrowed down at the tall man that stood by the door. He tugged at his red and white football jacket before fixing his dark red muscle shirt underneath it. The teen narrowed his golden eyes before throwing on his baseball cap over his dog ears. It was the only thing that he was ashamed of…
“Sesshoumaru, I aint going to that stupid gala, I’m going to spend some time with my girl.” Inuyasha said before he started to walk toward the door and grabbed his red and white sneakers. Sesshoumaru narrowed his gold eyes before grabbing the teens arm and pulled him back up onto his feet. The hanyou glared at him as he said “I am not going Sesshoumaru, galleries are just stupid and boring.”
The older youkai rolled his eyes before he said “this Sesshoumaru is trying to teach you some culture. If not, then I will still have some fun in tormenting you.”
Inuyasha just growled at his brother and crossed his arms. “You suck Sesshoumaru, you are such an ass.” Growled out the hanyou as he walked with his older brother. Sesshoumaru though just smirked for the whole thing, knowing that he had won this battle. Today was definitely going to be a good day and for that, he felt a feeling of victory swelling within him.
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“Sesshoumaru, do we have to be here?” asked Inuyasha with a groan.
“Yes, we do. Father was a friend of the artist that made all of these works of art… Now that father, and this artist Guertena are now gone, it just seems right that we see the gala ourselves.” Sesshoumaru explained before adding “and to teach you some damn culture. You are royalty Inuyasha, yet you are spoiled and use the money like it’s nothing… You don’t take pride in your heritage and you just throw away your money.” Sesshoumaru shook his head for a moment before running a hand through his hair and sighed softly before he started to walk into the gala, dragging Inuyasha behind him of course.
After paying for the tickets for himself and his brother, the young man sighed softly as he walked past the ticket booth. Looking around, they noticed that the walls were pure white. In fact, the place even looked like some kind of manor. Looking around, the young man noticed that all of the paintings that were along the walls seemed something that had both really happened, and of course something that seemed unreal. Stopping in front of a painting, Sesshoumaru stared at the picture of a man hanging upside down by what seemed like a powerful rope.
“You sure this guy wasn’t fucked up?” asked Inuyasha.
“He was a sane man Inuyasha. Well, at least from what father had said though I may not be so sure myself.” Sesshoumaru admitted before shaking his head and started to walk past some of the other paintings. Though some of these paintings made no sense to him, some were of things that didn’t seem possible while others just seemed like things that would happen at some kind of circus. Though he wasn’t going to judge on what he was painting, yes, the man was dead but he couldn’t judge the poor soul for all of his work. People loved his work… ’Why that is I may never know but he does have some tastes…’ thought the dog youkai.
Turning his gaze back onto his brother, Sesshoumaru calmly said “just look around. But if I sense your youkai disappearing from the building than I shall hunt you down and drag you kicking and screaming back here.” Sesshoumaru saw his brother’s skin turn white for a moment before he nodded and walked off. It was good, Inuyasha knew his place as the beta, and it was one thing that they knew at a very young age. They are to listen to their alpha no matter the price; it was against the rules unless they dared to leave their pack.
Sesshoumaru sighed softly, if only looking after Inuyasha wasn’t in their father’s will then everything would have been perfect but sadly, the hanyou was the only living blood relative left in his family… There was nothing more than he could do about that sadly…
Looking up at a painting, Sesshoumaru saw that it was a woman with long flowing hair though only one eye… Must have been some kind of Cyclops or something for there was no way this was a human being. Closing his eyes, the young man knew that this was going to be strange seeing all of these paintings. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it was a mistake coming to this gala for all of these paintings were rather bizarre than normal.
Breathing deeply, Sesshoumaru kept on walking down the long halls. He would see different paintings; it had him curious as to which paintings would just reach out to him. It was a rather strange thing that most paintings would sometimes reach out to someone unless it would be a sculpture instead… He knew that the sculptures would be on the second floor...
Walking up the stairs, the youkai wondered what kind of sculptures the man had made over the years. There had to be something that would just reach out and perk his interest. Looking around, he saw that there were many people walking up and down the stairs with him. Some were couples, families with their children… or just single people, like him, coming to enjoy the art. In a way, it made Sesshoumaru almost envious of the families…
He himself had hoped to find a strong female that he could love… to hold dear in his arms but knew that he could never find someone like that. To never find a strong enough female that could rival his power, someone to match his looks. It seemed, impossible for that to be in his future… Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Sesshoumaru stopped in his tracks as he tried to think on what would be in his future. Though the only thing he saw was him living his almost immortal life living alone and forever. For Inuyasha, was only a hanyou and only had longevity, for his life would far out live a human…
Sighing softly, Sesshoumaru opened his eyes and started to walk up the last of the stairs before a weird scent had reached him. Blinking in confusion, Sesshoumaru sniffed the air for a brief moment and turned his head… only to start staring at a woman who stood next to a little boy. Well, maybe a young teenager. The woman had long black hair that reached the middle of her back. Her clothes consisted to a long blue sundress and white sandals. Well, it wasn’t that cold so maybe it was okay to wear that or she just didn’t feel the cold as easily.
The boy next to her, he wore blue jeans, a black t-shirt and some black with white stripe sneakers. Hm… it made him wonder what they were looking at. It seemed like they were really interested in that painting that they were staring at… Sniffing the air, the youkai noticed that the scent of apple blossoms was coming from her. Inhaling softly, Sesshoumaru knew that this was the best thing he has ever smelled… it was… all natural scent… he hated those fake scents that women wore now a days, all of those perfumes that they wore made him sick and it made his nose burn.
Looking up, he saw that she was staring at some kind of painting; he couldn’t tell what it really was though he could faintly make out the orange roses. Maybe it was some kind of field of orange flowers… he never understood the point of flowers besides that they normally had some kind of hidden meaning. Though for orange flowers, he couldn’t remember what it was at the time… Maybe he would remember somewhere down the road or he would look it up online or in a book.
Sighing softly, Sesshoumaru made his way down the hall, just walking past some headless sculptures and some weird couch that looked like it had some candy canes sticking out of the back. It didn’t look very comfortable though he knew that it would be a challenge for sure to have made something like this.
Soon, Sesshoumaru had stopped short when he stared at some kind of sculpture. Frowning, it looked like a giant rose, the stem was straight though near the bottom it curled up like a coil to keep itself standing up. The petals were red to him, but for a brief moment, they had flashed blue. Rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes, the youkai wondered what that was about. What did that mean, why did the rose turn from red to blue? That didn’t make any kind of sense and it made him a little confused as to what had just happened. ’No, it was all in my head. Nothing is wrong with me, it is impossible for youkai to become ill.’ thought the silvery haired man before he looked over at the nailed in tag just by the wall and saw that the sculpture was called ‘Embodiment of Spirit’.
Turning his gaze, Sesshoumaru saw the woman walking by the hall; he had a short glimpse of her before she disappeared from his sight. What was it about her that made him want to see her more? She was nothing more than a human and she should mean nothing to him but for some reason he felt the need to know her more than ever. ’I must be ill after all…’ thought the young man before letting out a soft sigh and turned back to the sculpture once again and started to walk away. Right now, he should just check out the rest of the paintings before he texted Inuyasha and tell him to meet him at the entrance… He wanted to see that one painting of his father before he left at least and of course, that one last painting…
The painting that he wanted to see to wonder what the man’s very last painting was before he died. The man had been a genius at the time, one of the greatest artists to have done paintings, sculptures and so much more… Closing his eyes, Sesshoumaru made his way over to a long painting that didn’t really seem to make any kind of sense…
Stopping in front of the painting, Sesshoumaru noticed that it was a black background though the rest of it almost seemed like a darker version of the gala… Which made no sense to him nor, has he ever seen this painting before the last time he was here. Was this another painting that had been created by Guertena when he was alive but it had never been found until recently… Well, that was what he was concluding anyway…
Looking under the golden frame, Sesshoumaru had managed to read the title of this painting… “’Fabricated World…’? What kind of title is that?” Sesshoumaru said aloud, not really sure how anyone could name something like that unless the painting was what the gala would look like in some kind of other world but if that was the case… How did Guertena know what the gala looked like for this gala was made years after his death. Something was fishy about all of this and he was going to get to the bottom of this… somehow…
Suddenly, the lights started to flicker, causing his golden eyes to look up and saw that the lights were, indeed, flickering. “Must be the wires…” whispered Sesshoumaru before he looked around and started to frown. Something was odd… there was something wrong about the area now. In fact, it seemed... quite.
Narrowing his eyes, Sesshoumaru knew that something was wrong that there was something big coming his way, whatever it was he just knew that he didn’t like it. Growling softly, Sesshoumaru looked up at the painting again and thought that it seemed different. There wasn’t a huge difference but he knew that there was something wrong about this painting now…
“What the hell is going on?” said the youkai before the lights had finally gone out… the silence finally reaching him as it made him think one thing… Something that shouldn’t even be possible until closing time for the gala and of course, why his phone hadn’t started to ring either from a phone call or a text… “Where is everyone?” Asked the youkai, puzzled as to why everything had turned dark.
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I should point out that yes, my writing is terrible, I don't have the best of grammer, I don't, but I should also point out that I have a learning disability and that everything that I have learned about writing, I learned by myself, I had no money for writting classes growing up and I still don't even with a job at the moment, so please, if you are going to critasice me about my writing then don't, I already beat you to the punch each, and every day but it doesn't stop me from writing because I enjoy it, it makes me happy and calm and gets me to feel better if I have a bad day either from work or just from something in general, so please, either read the story and enjoy or don't read it at all, I won't stop you from reading it or the lack of some words that may be needed for this story because I don't know that many words and some of the words that I do know I don't know how to spell and can't find the word through an online dictionary... now, I will keep writing this story now and again when I have time, later.