Broken | By : ShadowofLight Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kouga/InuYasha Views: 27643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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All that lay left of the undead miko were her clothes: the tunic torn and covered in blood, and a pile of what looked like to be ashes mixed with dirt. Kagome slowly knelt before the pile, feeling tears slowly make their way down her face.
‘So Naraku wasn’t lying... Kikyo’s dead...’ she thought to herself then felt a heavy sense of guilt hit her hard when she realized how she had wished the priestess to be gone so many times before. Reaching out she began to dig a hole, ignoring the dirt and tears before sitting back. Reaching over she took the clothes and feeling the tears come faster, carefully folded them and placed then in the somewhat deep hole. She cringed when she felt the dried blood on the tunic but still she folded it and placed it in the hole as well. Now was the tricky part. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a silk handkerchief her mother had given her. It was a pretty white thing with the embroidery of a cherry blossom tree in one of the corners. Smoothing it out she reached over and being as careful as she could, gathered the ashes in her hands and placed them on the silky fabric. When she was done she tied it close and placed it atop the clothes.
“I’m sorry Kikyo... all, I can say is I hope you find peace,” she said softly as she began to push the dirt atop the items. Her nose had begun running as well but she didn’t care as she patted the make-shift grave. Looking around she located a flat but heavy rock yet she didn’t care as she cracked her nails in digging it up and carried it over to place it atop the simple grave. Reaching into her pocket she gave a weak laugh as she found a permanent marker but wrote the priestess name on the stone. When she was finally done she slowly got to her feet and closed her eyes tightly. Her fingers stung painfully as she closed her hands into tight fists but she didn’t care.
“I swear, I will not return home until Naraku and all his bastard children are dead,” she said with so much venom in her voice she felt like her tongue was burning. Silently she headed back to the makeshift camp where her friends were waiting. She didn’t bother to wipe the dirt, tears, or blood away.
Miroku slowly opened his eyes but he didn’t dare more. He was in so much pain he was having trouble meditating but what else could they do? He looked over at the woman who had won his heart just off to the side. She was at least sitting up on her own but her shoulder was heavily bandaged and tied to her chest so she couldn’t move it. The cream colored cat lay purring in her lap but she, too, bore bandages over her injuries. Out of the entire group it seemed that only the fox remained uninjured but he remained quiet and withdrawn, hovering near the fire. The wolf prince sat far away from the group, his arm bandaged but he continued to hold her son close, growling a warning if anyone came too close. The monk shifted and bit back a groan of pain and leaned forward to ease the pressure from his wounds. He looked up when he heard footsteps.
Kagome stepped into the firelight and saying nothing, sat before the fire. She didn’t register anything until she felt something tug at her sleeve. Looking down at the innocent green eyes of her adoptive son she pulled him into her arms and closed her eyes against the tears. Shippo hugged her as much as he could, mindful of her wounds. After a long moment she spoke but it was muffled.
“Kikyo’s dead,” she whispered; “I didn’t see any of her soul collector’s and there’s nothing left but her ashes and grave soil so, I buried them.”
“I see. You should get some rest, Kagome. This day, has been stressful for all of us,” the monk tried to reason but she shook her head.
“I can’t. The longer we wait the more torment our friends will be in. Besides, I made a promise that I won’t stop until that evil asshole is dead.”
Kouga heard it all but he didn’t say anything. Looking down at his son he gently brushed his hair back from his face and lifted the water bottle Kagome had given him. Truth be told he still wasn’t sure what he was doing but the girl had showed him how to feed his son. Still hard to believe that he had a family but he went and lost his other son and mate. The gods were surely laughing at him no doubt but he didn’t care.
He had been born as an only child but how he longed for a brother or sister, to protect and play with. His mother, Chiyo was a beautiful demoness that refused to be left of any fight. The council balked at the idea of a female fighting but his father had the last word. She proved her worth on and off the battlefield repeatedly but then something terrible happened that nearly cost the clan its life. Some called it a curse, some just bad luck, but it was forever known in the chronicles as Ketsueki Tsuki no Jubaku.
Curse of the Blood Moon.
The wolf prince sighed deeply, shifting his son as he set the bottle down and rested him over his shoulder. Hearing the soft burp he sighed and sat his son in his lap. Souta looked at his father intently, gold eyes curious even as he stuck his tiny fist into his mouth. Kouga smiled and gently ruffled his black hair, holding his son close to his chest. Even though Inuyasha didn’t want to be his mate, he cared enough to try and save him from Naraku. Once he was settled he drifted back to his thoughts to the time where the brown wolf clan was nearly wiped out.
No matter how hard they tried to keep the curse under control it was terrible. Females began dying one by one by terrible ways but the males were the worse as they went bezerk and began killing each other. Kouga was young when it happened sot he details were sketchy but he remembered the heavy scent of blood and the insane howl of his clan as the women died all around him and the men brutally attacked one another. His fathered had ordered all the children to be taken away so they could not catch the curse and he was sent with them despite wanting to stay with his parents. Lotus, a healthy young woman, had managed not to be affected by the curse took them all into hiding far away from the pack’s cave behind the waterfalls. They stayed in hiding for an entire month before they got word that the curse was gone but when they returned, it was a horrible sight. Bodies of both demons and wolves lay in lines, each covered but blood stained the rocky grounds beneath them. Even more were being laid out but there were a small handful of adults left, more men than women. Some of the kids were lucky to have at least one parent but many of them were now orphaned. Kouga was scared when he didn’t see his parents and breaking away from the group, ran to his family’s caves. Entering inside he saw a tiny bundled wrapped up. It reeked of blood and even though he didn’t look he knew that it was his baby brother/sister his parents had promised him. He ran towards the back and froze.
He had once overheard Lotus say that his father was one of the most handsome demons in all the clans but right now he looked so tired and weary. He reeked of blood and tears. He looked up when he heard his son run in but didn’t say anything. His mother he always thought was the most beautiful but she looked worse than his father. Still she smiled when she saw him and opened his arms to him. Kouga closed his eyes tightly but it didn’t stop as he remembered how her face was so pale and she felt so weak. He had learned form his father that his mother had been affected by the curse and lost his sibling. She was the only one to survive for this long but it was too late to save her. He felt tears roll down his face as he remembered her whispering how much she loved the pack, how she continued to smile even as her spirit left her body. He cried, begging her to wake up, to not leave them yet she never opened her eyes. That night, those that had died were burned and the night sky was filled with the sorrow howls of those that had lost their loved ones. It was also the first and last time he saw his father cry. His piercing howl seemed to be the most painful as if trying to find a way to release his pain but failing.
With so few numbers left the clan was on the verge of dying out. The pack began to argue as to what to do. Half of them want to join the other wolf packs so their blood lines could continue. The other half wanted to stay and try to salvage as much as they could. It was Lord Ookami’s choice but he withdrew and didn’t seem to care. Having lost his mate he wanted nothing more than to join her in the afterlife. Even his surviving son didn’t matter. Lotus couldn’t take it anymore and goaded their leader into a fight, a challenge in which the winner would gain command of the pack and be named the alpha. It was unheard of a woman challenging for the right but it worked. Ookami fought as never before, rage filling his sense but Lotus was cunning. Or foolish, some said. She kept feeding wood to his raging fire, taunting, insulting, claiming how a true leader wouldn’t let such a thing happen nor would he turn his back on what was left. The wolf king snapped and fought harder, raising his claws to kill her but instead of submitting or showing fear, the healer just smiled. Kouga smiled as he remembered the exact words she had told his father just as she was about to die.
“Ready to stop mourning and be the demon Chiyo fell in love with?”
Ookami looked like he had been slapped but he had finally regained his senses. A true pack leader, could overcome any obstacles. It hurt having lost so many members but rather than letting what was left of the pack be lost in the winds, he made a plan. If the pack would give him a whole month he would go to each of the other wolf clans and ask for their help. If he didn’t return by the time the sun set on the final day, or he failed then the clan would disband and go their separate ways. It was a risky challenge but after many days of arguing but in the end they agreed. Lotus opted to go with Ookami and they left when the sun rose on the first day.
The month passed by quickly as the surviving demons tried to rebuild their homes, washing off as much blood as they could, hunted what they could, and took care of the children. Each day the young prince would be found at the look-out rock, waiting anxiously for the return of his father. His uncle, Yamiko, tried to discourage everyone saying how his brother would fail and that they should just leave now rather than wait, but he refused. Still it was hard to keep hoping as each day passed and no sign of their brave leader. It was the final day and Kouga refused to leave look-out rock. His two best friends--Ginta and Hakkaku--stayed with him but by the time the sun was setting, all hope seemed lost. Lord Ookami had failed. Kouga was upset but he didn’t want to leave their homelands. But just as they were leaving they saw something. A large group of demons and wolves were coming and leading them was Ookami and Lotus.
They had come back! With others to help the pack! Excited Kouga ran back to the caves, leaving his friends in his dust, yelling that they had returned. Yamiko had said the brat was lying but sure enough, everyone was excited and waited. Sure enough, as the last rays of the sun drifted down their beloved leader and healer had returned. With demons and wolves from the other clans, more than enough to help. It took a year but once again the clan flourished.
‘We’ve been through so much but we made it out alive.’ Sighing he looked at the group, watching them rest up before looking down at his sleeping son. He felt his resolve strength as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he quickly wiped the dying tears away. “I swear on my head that I will get my family back, or die trying,” he swore. If anyone else heard, they didn’t say a word.
Off in the distance, away from the mixed band of humans and demons stood the lord of the west. He looked up at the sky, the pale moon shining its light down on him but he growled and snapped the whip at the surrounding trees as hard as he could. The smell of poison made even his nose burn but he didn’t care. Finally he stopped, breathing heavily but he was still filled with confusing emotions. For some strange reason, the words of his father filled his mind.
“Have you someone to protect?”
He frowned and lifted his hand up, fingers glowing brightly with poison. “I, Sesshomaru, have no one to protect!”
“Stop!”
He froze, the pupils of his eyes going tiny. There was no one around yet the voice was that of the demi-goddess, that woman that had been with his brother. The pendent around his neck began to glow; the blue stone seemed to be almost glowing softly. “...?”
Slowly, she rested her hand on his arm, her eyes pleading with him to release the lord’s son. By all means he should have ignored this woman and killed this wretched being but he found himself releasing him, watching as he fell to the ground, gasping for breathe and bringing his hands to his bruised throat.
Flashes of saving Heikou from those rapists filled his mind he fell to the ground, digging his poisoned claws into the ground. He had never met anyone who was willing to protect him. What was this feeling? Why did he crave her warmth? Why did he want to be with her always? He shut his eyes tightly, trying to will them away but still they came.
It was going into dusk when the great Lord of the West returned to the small camp. Jaken had fallen asleep, sitting against one of the trees with the staff in his arms. Ah-Un looked up at its master with pale yellow eyes but laid both heads down to watch over everyone silently. Rin had fallen asleep as well but she lay curled next to the young woman, her head resting in her lap as a hand gently stroked her hair. The woman seemed to be sleeping as well, her tail feathers spread out to her side but one wing was stretched out and over his young ward.
‘Why? Why is she willing to protect those around her? Even those that wish to harm her?’ he asked. He was mildly surprised when she spoke up.
“I am glad you made it back safely, Lord Sesshomaru.” She didn’t look up at him and her eyes remained close.
“How did you know it was me?” he asked, mentally asking himself why he was asking such a foolish question.
She slowly lifted her head, eyes slowly opening. “Though is my sight is gone my spiritual abilities have strengthen my other senses. And your aura… you are a powerful dog demon but you bear scars that are very slowly healing.” She closed her eyes and smiled, opening them once more. “Your heart is no longer cold and unfeeling.”
“Do not speak as if you know me,” he said coolly and made to leave but was stopped once more.
“Forgive me for prying. But I do wish to thank you for saving me from those men. Once I am rested enough I will leave and return to my friends, then you may go on with your journey.” The demi-goddess leaned her head back and let her eyes drift close. The two-headed dragon soon closed his eyes, their breathing slowly becoming even as they drifted into slumber. The demon lord watched them before turning and leaving the camp.
She treated Rin, Ah-Uh, and Jaken with respect without being commanded. Her personality was gentle, compassionate, strong even for a half-breed. He growled and reached up, grasping the pendent hanging from his neck but the item was very warm, almost burning. What was this strange power overcoming him?
He studied her, looking around the camp he noticed his ward and vassal were still sleeping. “Why did you not leave?”
“It would be wrong to leave without telling your host.” She carefully shifted Rin so the young girl was leaning against the dargon’s side, and folded her wings against her body. Slowly she stood, clinging to the scraps of her kimono. Ah-Un gently nuzzled her hands and face, a deep resounding purr escaping their throats. Heikou just smiled, gliding her fingers along their scales she was unprepared when she felt something wrap around her shoulders. She held onto the silky fabric tightly and turned to face the lord.
Sesshomaru looked at the young woman. Never had he come across someone this beautiful, someone who did not judge him or the company he kept. What were these feelings that stirred deep in his chest? His hard golden gaze stared deeply into her sightless silver-blue eyes but he visibly jumped when she reached with her to hand to trail along his left shoulder, feeling where his arm had been cut off in battle a long time ago. The touch made him shiver but in unusual pleasure. Slowly, the hand moved up, across his chest, up his throat to gently trace the markings along the sides of his face. Her touch was so gentle and curious-
He caught her hand and gently lowered it. “Your friends are waiting. You should go.”
She nodded but held his hand in her own and pressed something into his palm. “This… was a gift but I am trusting you with its safe keeping.” She silently stepped around him, slowly pulling her arms through the haroi’s sleeves. “Until we meet again, my lord…”
He wanted to shatter the stone in his hand but he couldn’t bring himself to. Seeing her flash through his mind seemed to make his heart pound painfully. Her sightless eyes looking towards him, her warmth drawing him in, her voice gentle and soothing, the light reflecting off her feathers seemed to make her glow, the willingness to protect those she cared about, everything about her made his heart beat so hard he was sure it would burst free from his chest.
“I know I have no reason to ask this of you, but please, don’t take Inuyasha’s sons from him. They’re all he has in the world,” she pleaded. Her hands felt so warm but he withdrew and ran at the demon, using his poison whip to tear through the ugly spider.
“Why... why do I care for her well-being?” he asked himself but he looked up sharply when he felt a presence. It was not one of the humans but the sword his half-brother had dropped during their battle. It hovered in the air, silently waiting. As he stood he realize that the stone around his neck was also glowing a brilliant light of its own. At his side, his sword began to shake, pulsing with power but try as he wanted he could not ignore the force pulling him forward.
The last time he had tried to grasp hold of the Tetsusaiga it rejected him, burning his hand badly. Now, it seemed to be calling for him with the Tenseiga urging him on. When he was finally a within arm’s reach he reached out, prepared to grasp a hold of the sword but froze.
“The barrier will not allow anyone with demon blood to wield it. Inuyasha is only a half-demon yet the barrier does not repel him. Why?”
“Just shut up and let protect you!”
He remembered that day, the day his younger brother had cut off his arm. He didn’t know the true power form the sword yet it transformed into his father’s fang. Still, why was this one calling out to him? Frowning he reached out and grasped it. Energy sparked as the barrier reacted, trying to drive him away yet he continued to hold on.
“Have you someone to protect?”
His father’s words rang through his mind, making him grit his teeth tightly.
“I am glad you made it back safely, Lord Sesshomaru.”
“Someone to protect...” For the first time in his life, the Lord of the Western Lands did have someone to protect. The mystic blue stone around his neck glowed brightly, the fanged sword pulsing strongly but in an explosion of light, the barrier vanished. Sesshomaru winced as he opened his eyes but felt a heavy weight in his hand. He held the sword that once belonged to his father in his hand, the magical barrier gone. Looking down he found the sheath of said sword tucked into his belt but the healing sword was no longer pulsing. The necklace was no longer glowing as well but it was still warm and continued to issue a beat.
A beat of a living heart.
The heart of someone he longed to protect.
Silently, he sheathed the sword and looked up at the sky. He knew what he had to do and so, on silent feet, he left to begin his journey. The humans and demons would only slow him down, so he didn’t bother to tell them of his choice. Time, was on no one’s side.
--
The wail of a child filled the large room of the mansion, its fearful cry echoing loudly along the barren halls, even when its mother tried to soothe him nothing worked. The hanyou sighed, still holding his son close but he honestly didn’t blame him. This place was seeped in miasma, making his instincts go crazy but he knew he had to get out of here! He turned to his friend who, unfortunately, got mixed up in this mess but stared at her.
The young woman held her hands tightly together before her chest, eyes shut tightly, lips moving silently but if the hanyou strained his hearing in her direction he would have heard her chanting in a language he had never heard before. The more she chanted the calmer his frazzled nerves became. Yuki’s frantic cries began to lessen to mere whimpers. In fact, the room seemed a lot cleaner: the air didn’t reek of death, and the atmosphere was less hostile. She finally stopped and seemed to sink into herself, clinging to the white robe she continued to wear. She opened her sightless eyes when she felt her friend kneel before her.
“Are you okay?” Inuyasha asked with concern. She nodded and pushed her hair from her face.
“I’m fine. I was cleansing the room but I’ve never done that before.” She smiled in his direction. “Nice way to learn a new ability, ne?”
“Feh.” But he smiled and scooted so he was sitting next to her. He didn’t mind as she leaned into his shoulder, one of her wings coming to rest over his shoulders. He gently brushed his son’s hair away from his face and smiled when he caught the finger and sucked on it. “Hungry little guy? Heikou-” She didn’t say anything but helped him remove the outer robe he wore. “Thanks.” Opening his shirt he held his son to his chest in order to feed him. For a few moments nothing was said.
“I know this is gonna sound selfish, but I’m glad you’re here with me,” the half-demon told the demi-goddess. “This isn’t the first time I’ve gone against Naraku but it is the first time I’ve had a kid of my own.” He took a deep breathe and closed his eyes. “Can I tell ya a secret?”
Heikou nodded as she folded the robe, smoothing out on-existent wrinkles. “Anything you tell me I will take to my grave and beyond,” she said softy.
“... I’m scared. Not just for my kids or my friends and family but, I’m scared for myself.”
“Inuyasha-”
“Every time we fight, deep down inside I wonder ‘will this be the fight I won’t win?’ I know it sounds stupid and cowardly but I don’t want to die just yet. Not until I’m strong enough to stand on my own. Not until I’ve become a ful-” he quickly stopped himself but it was too late.
“... Do you still wish to become a full-demon?” she asked softly, not looking up at his direction. “Once the shikon jewel has been completed, will you use the powers sealed inside to take away the rest of your humanity? If so, will you continue to stay with Kouga and your sons? Will you finally be happy with the powers of a full-demon, like your brother and father?”
“...”
“Inuyasha?”
“... I... I don’t know...”
Slowly she leaned against his shoulder, wrapping her uninjured wing around him, and reached over to gently pet Yuki’s hair. “When the time comes, you’ll know the answer you seek.” He just smiled and still holding his son close, wrapped his arm around her. He glanced at her wing and frowned. Naraku and his bastard children would pay for hurting his family.
--
His handsome face was pulled into an angry frown. Tomorrow would make the passing of the new moon, that would not only leave the hanyou at his weakest moment but so would he. Naraku was certainly not pleased about this little turn of events. Even now the half-demon was formidable, a mother protecting his child from danger. The priestess was still strong, even with nearly all her strength and spiritual powers gone but all of that would change tomorrow night.
“Damnit,” he growled and closed his eyes. And what was more, he knew the miko and others were coming. He had to make plans in order to ensure that he would not be disturbed. He looked over at a figure in the shadows, straining against the thick chains holding him bound. Silently he walked over, ignoring the threatening growls and snarl. It made him want to laugh.
“Though you were created from my flesh, I can tell you wish to kill me on the spot,” he said, voice smooth as silk. The being tried to lunge at him but the chains were too short. “I’ll set you free, as long as you do one thing for me. Kill anyone and anything in your path. As long as you kill, you’ll be free. You do want to be free, don’t you.”
“... kill...”
“That’s right.
“... kill... blood...”
Naraku smirked and with a wave of his hand, the shackles were undone. Stepping back the figure was engulfed in acidic miasma and deposited in the forest miles from here. He was in the direct line that led to a small village. Once the killing began, the group would have no choice but to assist the [people. That’s where they would meet their demise but just to be sure...
“Kagura. Kanna. Kohaku.” Silently the three figures appeared before him. “I want you to follow my latest creation. Make sure those humans and their pet demons are dealt with. Permanently.”
“Why should we if IT is nothing but a killing machine? Are you sending us to our deaths?” the lovely woman asked angrily.
“... Would you rather die quickly but his thirst for blood... or slowly as I crush your heart in my hand?” he asked, smirking as her face paled. He laughed as the three flew off, laughed maniacally. Even if the new moon would be tomorrow night that didn’t matter. This could work very well to his advantage. Soon he would have the strong being alive. Humans, demons, and the gods themselves would bow to him.
He would succeed no matter what.
Author’s Notes: WOOHOO!!!!! It’s done! Sorry everyone, ire ally really REALLY am sorry it took so long to update! I won’t bore you with the details but after some great help from my best friend I got it done. Yes there was not much fighting and more emotional but I had to put down where everyone was feeling. I’m also glad I bought the 4th Inuyasha movie. That movie gave me some really neat ideas in the end but I’m not gonna spoil anything. Naraku’s reason for waiting Inuyasha and Heikou will be revealed in the next chapter. Kagome and the others are going to have their hands full when they meet Naraku’s newest ‘child’. I hope this tides you all over for now and thanks again!
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