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just before you go insane	By : lordxxofthedance Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2746 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-just before you go insane
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Summary:
As everyone knows, there are three worlds that exist in this universe. The first is Heaven where the gods reside. Then there is Earth where most demons, humans, and other creatures live by each other in hatred. Then, when we all die, we go to Hell where the God of Death and Darkness rules with his slave “prince” at his feet. When Naraku was destroyed, gates opened to all three worlds. And with Hell open, Naraku could reform and use the slave “prince” to control Earth and Heaven with the King of Hell at his side. With this new threat, the Inu Yasha gang has two choices: to destroy the pawn in play or to take the pawn and use him as their own “chess piece.”
Just Before You Go Insane
Chapter 1
Use Me As You Will
I have never realized how much I hate humanity. Hell, even Earth itself. Sure, living in Hell was, well, hellish, but all the greed here can make even the most humble soul into a greed leech. After all, Earth is very influenced by the demonic corruption of Hell. After all, all of Earth’s dead go to Hell so there has to be some sort of “leak” in Earth’s crust. But I truly digress.
Now that I live in these feudal brash times, I watch as humans destroy each other because they are from the wrong “clan” or even because they want the damaged land that they live on. Maybe humans are just another shade of demons or devils. Well, some humans at least. The humans I linger with now are generally good souls and don’t seem to appear to lust after each other’s lands.
The village I reside in is a trading city. It is in the crossroads between two huge cities so it had the lovely privilege of trafficking the flow between the two larger cities. The city isn’t very larger or even very wealthy but they make do. They have some shrines that bring traders from all around. There’s certain food here that it’s hard to find somewhere else. The market here has riches from around the world since it has a harbor leading out to the sea. It makes due and it survives as the months go by.
However, once in a while, a bad apple lands itself in this normally peaceful city. Either someone demands that they let them through without a permit or someone is a killer and wants their hands dripping with blood. People die, the disruption is jailed and executed, and the village goes on with its life. It’s become a cycle here.
However, today is the first time I haven’t seen that with bandits. The bandits came over night and by midmorning the men were dead and the leader is forcing young women and girls to please him and his crew. They appear to be much more than human. Something much more powerful. But to me, they are only minor demons. Demons that are just passing their time with some fun.
I remain in the shadows. I am looked over, ignored, or they truly don’t know that I’m there. I watch as the demons begin to rape the women and small girls and my chest feels pain. If I truly had a heart, I would run and stop them. However, my body refuses to. The demonic presence in my body relishes in this torture. The blood spilt on the ground, however, is triggering that presence to get that blood in its mouth. My vision is starting to tint red as I felt my feet begin to move towards the scene. I closed my eyes and then felt hot wet liquid drip down my hand and arm. I opened my eyes and quickly realized my body decided to take actions into its own “hands”. In under a split second I had ran at the leader and sunken my right hand directly into his chest. I could feet his heart beating rapidly under my hand’s gripping pressure. Once my body felt that beating, I began to drift off into a blood thirsty rage.

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I finally “woke” up to find myself covered in blood. My stomach was full, telling me that I had eaten some flesh. I glanced around me and saw bodies piles up five feet high. Their hearts were all pulled out, explaining the full feeling in my stomach. There wasn’t any noise. The world was silent. Not a soul was alive.
I felt a small terrible feeling in my stomach. All of these good innocent people had died simply because I couldn’t control myself. My hands started to shake in anger, in sadness, and in grief. I had caused this destruction.
I heard voices and turned my heard towards the noise. I saw a group of a demon huntress, a monk, a priestess, a hanyou, a small cat demon, and a fox demon kit. I chuckled slightly when I saw them look in horror at the scene. This was only a very tiny percent of what I have seen in Hell. I saw the leader, the hanyou, glare at me and I felt a stir from my demonic presence. It felt challenged and there was no way in Hell it was going to let someone make it feel small and weak. I calmed it and looked coolly at the half demon spawn, “A glare from a thing like you? I should rip out your eyes.”
“just like you did to this village?!” The hanyou’s anger exploded from his voice. It caused the demonic presence to rise once more to the challenge, but I could only grimly smile in response. He was right. I would do the same to him as I did to these people.
“Correct, but only some of the damage is my own. The damage to the men is his over there.” My wicked eyes glanced over at the dead leader. His jaw was broken off and his chest was carved out. If I could remember correctly, his flesh tasted like acid.
My words only increased the hanyou’s anger. I watched as he yanked his sword out of its shealth, pointing the large fang sword at me. The monk, the ever wise monk, touched the hanyou should and spoke, “Inu Yasha, its not very wise to attack him. He’s not your average demon.”
I started to laugh, it bellowing from the pits of Hell, “I’m no demon, monk. No demon at all. And don’t interfere with my games. Let the idiot attack me. I haven’t tasted half breed before.” My words came out as quickly as a snake lashes out on his prey. I could feel the energy in my stomach beginning to leak out. I could feel the mouth beginning to grow and form on my stomach.
The now named hanyou lunged at me, his sword being swung at my right arm. I pulled myself away before it sliced it off, but I looked up at his eyes. Blood red. Purple slits for pupils. Jagged purple swipes now on his cheeks. I grinned, but it quickly turned into a frown when the hanyou dropped his sword and pinned me to the ground. His weight was suffocating my thin and tiny body. I felt the dirt grinding into my pale flesh. I struggled and snarled in frustration when I felt his member pressed against me. I knew from just knowing him for a few moments that he consciously was not attracted to me. However, to my dismay, his demonic energy was. It angered me. It frightened me. I made me, also, want to submit.
I watched as the young priestess attempted to yank him off, “Inu Yasha! Stop hurting him!”
I hadn’t felt the hanyou begin to rip apart the flesh at my stomach. I had only felt him pressing against me. When the girl and even the monk managed to yank him off and hand him the sword, the hanyou’s eyes went back to normal and he stared in horror at me, “What…did I do?!”

Those were the last words I heard before my vision went foggy. I never truly passed out. I was always conscious, still aware of the surrounding area even as the group fled. I didn’t know how long it took until I tasted a drop of blood on my tongue. My parched tongue wiggled its flavor around its surface area, trying to figure out who the blood belonged to. Why it was so powerful. Then I matched the blood’s owner with a voice. A voice that for years was always moaning, grunting, panting, and demeaning over me. My creator. My lord. My master. My father. “you have truly gotten yourself fucked up this time, huh, Leon?”
I felt a growl come from deep in my throat, but it stopped when my hair was grabbed and yanked me up. Rule number one: never disrespect your masters. “Sorry, master.” Rule number two: When speaking, especially while apologizing, always use an honorary.
My vision cleared and I saw my master grinning at me with his demonic shark-like teeth. I could smell the tortured souls on his breath. But, I saw another man there, standing slightly behind my master and creator, He had long hark wavy hair and piercing red eyes. His skin has a very light grayish tint to it and he seemed to be a cold, cruel person. When he grinned at me, it corrected my theory about him: he was cold, cruel, and lustful. My master began to speak as he noticed my eyes were on the other man, “since you have run away from our world, slut, I have gained a new friend. His name is Naraku and he has similar beliefs on what Earth should become like I do. And also the same with you. He will become your new master along side me, understood?”
My mouth opened immediately, but my jaw and tongue did not move when I caught a whiff of what he was. A grin appeared on my lips and I spoke, “Master. He’s a half breed. He’s not worthy.” I know my creator hated half breeds so why would he be “friends” with this one?
As soon as those words came off my tongue, my master’s fist punched me across the face, sending me a few feet away, “you will submit. After all, you are the only one that will be able to give him back his full demon status.”
So I was only a tool. A pawn. A whore pawn in his twisted little games. I smirk glanced across my lips as I realized this, “you will not use me as you will.”
He snarled in anger, stormed over to me, and harshly kicked me in the ribs.He picked me up and tossed me at the half breed’s feet, “Naraku, make this whore yours. After all, he is rather god with that wicked tongue of his.” I watched as my master disappeared and I felt a poison sink into me. I gagged, spit up blood, and quickly fell to the ground in an unconscious bliss.
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