I'm back! With the prologue for Mind Reader's sequel. Since it's a prologue it is on the short side but I wanted to get it out. And for newcomers-hope you got that this story is a sequel. So if you hope to fully understand what is going on it would prove most beneficial to read Mind Reader first. If you choose not to then I wish you the best of luck in understanding this one! Well, hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I didn't own Inuyasha for the 35 chapters of Mind Reader. I didn't own Inuyasha for The Unexpected Ending. And I didn't own Inuyasha for any other story I've written. But guess what! I own lots of Dr. Pepper! But I highly doubt you guys really care about that. Back to the point, don't bother suing me. I'm one of those standard poor college students who never has any money to spare. And now that you have flaunted the fact that I have no money you may leave me alone and go read the story. Thank you.
Hunt for the Demonic Squirrel
Prologue
Legends. Myths. Such fickle ideas these can be. Are the real? Do the creatures and events mentioned within them really exist as told? Or are they merely stories, stories to entertain, to explain, to even frighten? Certain legends and myths are so far-fetched one would think it was required for them to be fake.
A demonic squirrel is one such legend. A squirrel? What madman came up with the idea of the Devil sending a demonic squirrel back to the land of the living? And more importantly, what foolish person would be so gullible as to believe such a squirrel ever existed?
It was sheer lunacy. After all, squirrels had to be one of the most innocent of creatures around. What pain could a simply squirrel unleash on the general population? Even a simple human wouldn't have to worry for even they could kill a squirrel.
Ah, but that's the thing, according to the legend it was no simple squirrel. A demon squirrel in living and a demonic squirrel in death. Not your ordinary ground squirrel.
Wait. Stop right there. Even if by chance this demon squirrel truly existed and was killed, why exactly would the Devil choose a lowly creature such as a squirrel to send back? In Hell there had to be plenty of choices for much stronger beings the Devil could train. Yet, a squirrel?
Now this so-called legend had two very glaring errors. The fact that the villain was a squirrel and that the Devil would actually pick such a demon as its way to unleash hell in the land of the living.
Then there was this ridiculous move- the ability to kill with just looking one in the eyes. If there was one fast way to make a legend laughable it was to include such a powerful move as that one. The existence of such all-powerful moves is rare, in fact most of the time they are only heard of in legends and myths. If a creature had such a powerful move in their control then they would have no weakness. And everyone knows everything living has to have a weakness.
Quicker and quicker this legend was becoming implausible. Squirrels? The Devil? Ultimate death moves? Sounds like a far-fetched tale to tell young children when parents are frustrated and need a way to get their children to behave.
'If you don't go to bed right now Akki, the Demonic Squirrel, will come and eat you!'
'Don't venture into those woods, I've heard Akki, the Demonic Squirrel, lives in them.'
Imagine, such a great and powerful villain being turned into a crazy tale to tell young children. Legend, right? Of course. Such a squirrel could never exist. The world would surely plunge into darkness if the Devil truly sent back such a creature.
"But what if Akki is real?" asked a young girl to her father. Her eyes were wide and she was gripping the edge of a blanket with white fists. Earlier she had come running inside her home with tears streaming down her face. Some of the older children had scared her with tales of a demonic squirrel running loose and he would come for her. Her father had spent the past hour reassuring her to fact that Akki was nothing but a legend.
"Yukie, those children were trying to scare you," reassured her father with a gentle voice. "Believe me, I have never heard anything about this squirrel existing. And since I've been alive a lot longer than you…"
"A lot longer," grinned Yukie.
Smiling, her father tucked the young girl firmly into her bed. "Perhaps, but that just means you should listen to me," responded her father. "So, do I have your word that you won't let tales of Akki, the Demonic Squirrel! scare you in the future?"
Yukie laughed when her father said that in a deep and scary voice. "Okay dad, you're right. I guess I was just being silly. I won't let them scare me again." Repressing a yawn, Yukie held her arms out for her father.
Embracing his young daughter, the man then straightened up and walked to the door of the bedroom. "Good. Sleep now Yukie. It's past your bedtime."
"Okay dad," said Yukie groggily.
Nodding, her father left her bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him.
"Sho, is everything all right now?" asked the man's wife from where she sat by their small fire. She was sewing some clothing for their daughter.
Moving to sit besides his wife, Sho said, "Of course Takako. A father can always calm his daughter!" he finished cockily.
Elbowing her husband in the ribs, Takako opened her mouth to reply when a shout suddenly pierced the still night air. She recognized it as the voice of Kazushi, a young man who many nights liked to patrol the village. Raising an eyebrow, she put down her sewing and stood up along with Sho.
Both of them walked towards the door of their hut when another cry pierced the air. This one was a very definite cry of pain.
Tensing abruptly, Sho grabbed Takako's hand and pulled her to the back of the hut. Quickly grabbing the spear he always kept available, he turned towards his wife. "Stay here, I'm going to help with whatever is going on."
"Be careful!" cried Takako right before her husband sped out of the hut.
Gripping his spear tightly, Sho looked around as he saw many of the village's men exiting their huts with their own weapons. Soon the night air was filled with various shouts.
"What's going on?"
"Kazushi? Where are you?"
"Are we under attack?"
"Hey! There's something over this way! Come o…." suddenly the last voice was cut off when the man's shout turned into an ear-piercing shriek.
All the man promptly ran to where the man's cry had come from.
"Oh Kami, please no," came a whimpering when the men neared their destination. "No, please no, please, stop. No more! No no no no no! You can't be real! Get away from me!"
The man's crying and pleading was abruptly cut off by an unknown force.
The men formed a tight line and crept forward into the dark. They saw the fallen lump of the man who had been begging. A smaller shadow stood hunched over by the man's side.
"Who are you?" asked Sho in a tight voice, his spear raised in preparation for defense. "Answer me!" he demanded when the small form made no move to reply.
One of the men had thought to bring a lantern with him so he tentatively walked forward a few steps to allow the light to fall on the small figure.
A series of collective gasps was heard.
Sho took an involuntarily step backwards. It couldn't be true! It was a legend! A myth! He just told Yukie that this very same night!
Akki grinned coldly as he eyed the villagers. A quick flap of his ears and the men were gone. Another flap and the village was obliterated. He grinned wider. There was one thing he loved in this world. Destruction.
On the floor of a hut far away from the recently destroyed village a young woman gave a violent lurch as tears rolled down her face.
The end was at hand.
And that's it. Probably not exactly what you were expecting (where's Sesshoumaru!) but I wanted to start it off a little differently. And of course there was a severe lack of humor. That shall also be corrected in future chapters. Well, the real chapter one will take more than a week get out. This is finals week and then I have to drive back home. So until I get home I probably won't have much time for writing. But with luck in less than two weeks you'll get an update. Please review so I know you guys from Mind Reader are still with me!