Fallen Part Two: For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ruby Raze

The Game

Hey again, I would have had this chapter out earlier, but I couldn't think of a song that would work for it. But never fear the great and powerful authoress has found her song. ^_^ I'm now going to work on chapter two so I can hopefully get it out to you soon. It's kinda my way to make up for the lost time because of the hurricanes and school and such. Also, I've decided that I'm going to take my time with school and not push myself to graduate by May because I really can't take the stress of trying to graduate, get my drivers liscence, work and regularly updating a fic to add to the mess. I'll graduate when I graduate. ^_^ I hope ya'll like the first chapter to the second part of Fallen. ^_^

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee."

-Robert Frost

Chapter 1: The Game

//Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do

Now that I have allowed you to beat me

Do you think that we could play another game

Maybe I could win this time//

Ever since his supposed death, Naraku had been laying low. His comfort had to be sacrificed for the sake of advancement. He haunted caves now to the far south, as opposed to his usual castles in odd locations. This tactic was doing him some good however. In a mere few months time, his power had grown exponentially. Since before then he had been plotting, scheming. This one had taken him months to perfect. Everything had been going beautifully, everything had fallen into place, but then some unexpected variable came into play. Everything, everything had gone to pot... again. It would seem that if the girl, or any of her friends were involved, his plans went to hell. It was all her fault.

//I gotta like the misery you put me through

Darling you can't trust me completely

If you even try to look the other way

I think that I could kill this time//

That stupid wench always managed to foil his most elaborate of schemes. He had gone to the trouble of tricking the group into thinking he was dead by lifting the monk's curse. Then he tricked the two star-crossed lovers into thinking they had betrayed one another. Then finally the coupe de gras, he possessed Inuyasha in his weakened state. He went through all of that trouble and more only for Sesshoumaru to interfere. He had finally had an opportune moment to kill her and it just so happened that it was on his lands. Naraku growled loudly to himself, cursing Sesshoumaru all the while. That damned creature, for she surely could no longer be called human and youkai did not seem to be an accurate description either, had escaped his clutches and foiled his plans again. She had to pay.

"Kanna," he called as he paced the inner sanctum of his latest cave. The young ghostly looking detachment appeared carrying her mirror. Dutifully she stood before her creator, awaiting further instructions. She had been the only of his detachments that had been spared reobsorption.

//It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you

Though i see you weeping so sweetly

I think that you might have to take another taste

A little bit of hell this time//

"Show me Kikyou," he requested, as he sat down on a nearby rock. The silver framed, smoky white mirror shimmered then a picture of a red and white clad figure lying in the forked limbs of an ancient tree appeared. Her soul stealers streamed around her dropping more souls in her vicinity. Her clothes were scorched in several places and her hair floated about her face in an inky cloud.

//Lie to me//

"Show me Inuyasha," he said. The mirror shimmered again and the image of the serene doll faded to be replaced by a seemingly empty clearing. "Where is he, Kanna? He is not here!" Naraku said, his voice rising slightly with his ire.

//Never fucking lie to me!//

"He is there," Kanna whispered softly.

The picture then zoomed in on a specific spot in the clearing. It was a mound of soil. Naraku frowned for a moment, not fully comprehending. As realization dawned, his frown turned to a scowl. His best weapon had been killed.

"How?" he growled. The mirror swirled and replayed the fight from the point at which he left. The volume of his growls grew. His plans had officially gone to hell in a hand basket. Sesshoumaru wasn't supposed to interfere.

Swiftly, Naraku rose from the out cropping rock on which he had seated himself upon. He paced the length of the cave growling to himself. He now had to rework the remainder of his plans. He had to eliminate the unexpected variables.

~X~

kinda short, but eh... whatever. Read, enjoy and review if you feel the need.