Broken | By : ShadowofLight Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kouga/InuYasha Views: 27643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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A young woman sighed as she wrung out the clothes as much as she could before putting it with the pile of recently washed laundry. It was hard work but she was almost done and she wouldn’t have to worry about it for several more days. She softly hummed under her breathe as she set the soiled shirt in the river and began to scrub at it, slapping it against a nice flat rock, in tune with her little world she didn’t notice that someone was watching her.
His heated gaze looked her over, listening to her soft voice as she sang a wordless tune he couldn’t help but lick his lips but this was not the gaze of a lustful man. In fact, the being wasn’t even human. He pushed his way through the bushes and branches, his footsteps eerily quiet as he stopped behind her, breathing heavily as the sun on his back cast a large shadow over her.
Her hands froze, heart racing rapidly in her chest, instincts telling her to run as far and fast as she could, but curiosity took over and she slowly looked at the being behind her. Eyes went wide and she opened her mouth, ready to scream but she never had the chance. A hand grabbed her face, hauling up into the air so her feet dangled. The shirt lay on the sandy shore but a moment later a large splatter of blood fell onto the fabric, staining the material a dark crimson; the woman hit the cold waters with a heavy splash, her blood turning the stream a dark pink as it was carried further down. The being smirked, licking his lips free of the blood but he wanted more. Turning he left his now dead prey, his sharp teeth tearing at flesh he held. He could smell more people and he grinned, his bloodlust and hunger for flesh soaring to new heights. Taking a final bite he dropped the rest and walked off, ignoring the blood as it ran down his chin and stained his clothes.
Kagura came out of hiding and looked at the half eaten heart with disgust. Of all the children Naraku sired this was the most dangerous of them all. She didn’t think he was that cruel but once more he proved just how sadistic he could be.
“Why do I have to baby-sit that--thing?” she asked with a sneer.
“Master Naraku wants us to get rid of the wolf demon and his friends,” Kohaku pointed out emotionlessly.
“I know that, you brat!” she yelled angrily. “Kanna! Where are they now?”
The pale girl said nothing but held up her silver-framed mirror for them to see. It glowed and showed Kouga walking with Kagome and the others. He watched the young miko hold Souta in her arms, anxiousness written on his face at someone else holding his son. Kagome smiled, being careful as she gushed at how cute the baby was; Kirara mewed from her perch on the girl’s shoulder, purring softly. Sango and Miroku kept up the rear, their injuries slowing them down but they refused to be left behind. The slayer pushed her sister’s bike along as Shippo slept in the small basket. They were all worried for their friend but they needed to find a clue to where Naraku might be so they were heading back to Kaede’s village. However, the unfortunate girl lying dead in the river was from was from a village a few miles away.
“That demon better live up to his mission but just to be safe... you two, keep on eye on IT. I’m gonna make sure those fools meet up with him.” Without another word she threw down the feather from her hair, flying off. Kohaku and Kaana said nothing but quietly followed after the newest creation.
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Souta yawned, revealing the beginning of his sharp little fangs, and snuggled back into sleep. Kagome cooed at how adorable the baby was, holding him closer as she stroked his soft cheek. “Oh Kouga he is just too cute! He looks so much like you but I can tell he’s gonna have both yours and Inuyasha’s stubborn attitudes,” she told the wolf demon.
“You think? Does that mean Yuki is gonna be the same?” he asked, sighing in relief when he was given his son back.
“I don’t know. Maybe, or maybe he’ll be the complete opposite. But if he was just born how come he already has fangs?”
“Demons age really fast the first several years of their life. It depends on the species on how long or how fast but even I didn’t see him getting the teeth this fast.”
“That’s because he’s a full demon.” Both turned to look at the slayer, confusion evident. “Kouga is a full-demon and Inuyasha gave birth to them as a half-demon so even though they still have human blood in there they are considered full-demons,” she explained.
“Huh. Heikou said they’re half-demons but I guess she was wrong (A/N: See even demi-goddesses can be wrong :p). But I don’t want them to grow up too fast...” the father said in a somewhat sadden tone.
Sango gave him a small smile. “Seems all children grow up to fast in their parents’ eyes. Just be there for them always.” But she stopped when Kirara went tense and began hissing angrily. She had been with the twin tailed fire cat for just about all her life to know that danger was close. Frowning she quickly set the bike against a tree and raised her hand to her weapon but winced as pain in the back of her shoulder spiked through her nerves.
“Don’t strain yourself, Sango. You haven’t fully recovered,” Miroku warned her but he took up a defensive position, his body protesting painfully.
Kirara growled, her soft fur standing on end and her black tipped ears flattening to her skull. Kouga mirrored the cat’s growl with one of his own, dropping back a few feet as he held his son close to his chest. He knew the scent, knew it better than anyone in the group. Oh how he longed to bury his claws in the witch’s chest and rip out her heart.
“Kagura.”
A sharp wind struck them in the face, making them barely flinch but it awoke Shippo from his nap. The Wind Sorceress landed before them, smirking as she folded her fan. Her crimson gaze looked over the group, their injuries still wearing them down heavily but still they refused to back down. “Don’t waste your time, I’m not here to fight,” she replied calmly.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Kagome muttered under her breathe but didn’t lower her bow.
“Where’s my family?” Kouga demanded.
“They’re safe for now. But I wouldn’t worry about them right now.”
“What do you mean?”
Her smirk grew as she lightly tapped her chin with her fan. “Naraku has a new playmate for you all to enjoy. Unfortunately, he let it loose.” She closed her eyes. “Too bad you were too late to save that innocent girl.”
Sango frowned and lifted her boomerang but winced when she felt her wound strain. “What girl? What has Naraku sent after us this time?”
“Oh its not after you but it’ll kill everything and everyone in its path. You see,” her eyes opened to look them each in the eye; “It thrives on human flesh and blood but it seems to have a greater taste for hearts. I don’t see how since they’re so easy to break.”
“Shut up!!” Kagome yelled, pulling the arrow taunted but didn’t release it just yet. “Why are you working for such a monster? He’s destroyed so many lives for his own sick greed! Ho can you live with yourself?!”
The demoness looked at her coldly as she slowly pushed her kimono off her shoulders, opening it to reveal her chest but the group gasped as she used her fan to rip open her chest to reveal a gap, right where her heart would be--if she had one. “Do you think I like being that hanyou’s slave? Do you know what it feels like to live in fear of him? Not knowing when he’ll get tired of me and end my life? He holds my heart in his hand so I have to obey his every command.”
“If that’s true, why are you telling us this?” Miroku asked cautiously, still not trusting the woman before them.
“Because, if you kill Naraku then I’ll finally be free of him. I can finally be free as the wind...”
“How can we trust you? How do we know you won’t turn around and betray us to him?” Shippo demanded.
“You can’t.” Pulling her kimono back into place she turned her back on them and held her fan out. “But I’d hurry if I were you. The beast is probably at that girl’s village and when he’s done he’ll head straight for Kikyo’s village and the next and the next until he’s consumed every human heart he can find.” Unleashing a small hurricane she left, leaving the group baffled.
--
Naraku frowned as he looked out at the sky above. With such a thick layer of miasma surrounding the area it looked like eternal night but he didn’t care for the clear blue skies or the brightly shining sun. Tomorrow would mark the turning of the new moon and with it his barrier would fall. He would be vulnerable to everyone around him but if what Kagura told him was true then so would the demi-goddess. But there was still the hanyou and his friends.
“I msut make preparations,” he said mostly to himself and stood, leaving his room he walked down the holes, ignoring the skeletal remains of the former occupants of the mansion and the surrounding lands. Kanna would have no trouble and would obey each and every of his commands but so much could go wrong. He looked up when he found himself in a section of the house that was completely void of the poison gas but something underlining it was making him begin to feel ill. He scowled but undid the locks on the door and pushed it open.
Inuyasha immediately jumped to his feet, standing before his friend and son. “Naraku!” he growled, hands immediately going for his sword but cursed when he had nothing, not even the scabbard so he settled for flexing his claws. “What the hell do you want?”
He smirked, issuing another fierce growl from the protective mother. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t come to check on the care and comfort of my guests?” he asked in a mockingly sweet tone of voice.
The hanyou growled but as his eyes flickered to red the voice of his friend called him back. “Why are we here?” he demanded.
“I’ve heard many fabrications, some claiming that male demons having the ability to give birth like a woman. Others I’ve heard that if a being ate the flesh of a celestial being then they are also bestowed with eternal youth and beauty,” he explained as he moved deeper into the room. “You two may have been the spawn of at least one human parent but within still flows the blood of such powerful beings the world has known.”
“And you intend on taking our gifts as your own,” Heikou said coldly, still holding Yuki tightly to her chest.
“Clever girl. Tell me something, how is it that the fabled daughter of the sun gave birth to such a clever girl when your father was just another stupid human?”
“My father had more compassion and love for a thousand lifetimes than you will ever know! When he was killed he forgave the men who stole me away.” She gave the man before them a bitter smile, ignoring the tears as they slowly fell from her sightless eyes; “He forgave them for being so weak, for falling to the dark desires instead of turning them away. You,” her pretty face was pulled into a fierce scowl as she stood at her friend’s side, glaring at Naraku. “You, are nothing more than a coward who would rather steal what others have either worked very hard to gain, and are jealous when the gods bestow onto them such generous gifts.”
Crimson eyes narrowed dangerously at her speech. “Watch your tongue, child.”
“I stopped being a child the day my father died trying to protect me. You are no demon, you are nothing but a monster with no heart and no soul to call your own. Calling you a demon would be an insult to all other demons, even the lowest worm.”
Anger blinded him and he lashed out, intending on killing the woman for daring to talk to him in such a manner but as his arm shot out from his body the hanyou quickly grabbed the foolish girl, intending on taking the full bunt of the attack. He didn’t have to though as a barrier rose quickly, keeping the limb from ever touching them. Crying out in pain Naraku fell back, cursing up a fierce storm.
Inuyasha blinked but glared at the man who had made his life a nightmare for too long with a cold, hard, murderous glare. “Get out, before I personally throw your ass out of here.”
“Need I remind you just who is the prisoner here?” he hissed angrily.
“And who just had his arm blown off?” came the cocky reply. Growling he angrily left in a swirl of his dark robes, slamming the door behind him. Tonight marked the night of the new moon and with those meddlesome fools would be too busy to notice the barrier dropping. But, he had to find someway to break those two if his plan was to succeed.
The hanyou’s ears twitched, listening as the footsteps retreated and released the breath he was holding in a low hiss. ‘He has something planned and I don’t like it,’ he growled to himself, already knowing that tonight they would have to stand on their guard at all times.
Yuki opened soft blue eyes, blinking up at the woman holding him he shifted and reached out for his mother, whimpering softly. Once in his arms he curled up against him, fisting his tiny claws into the crimson fabric and listened to the steady rhythm of his mother’s heart. Whoever that man was, he did not like him. The young child wanted his brother and father back.
Heikou moved to the window and though she couldn’t see, frowned. “I fear that Naraku’s ill intentions will be uncovered when Lord Tsuki-yomi has risen at his peak. They say under the pure light of the glorious moon all shall be revealed.” She shivered and pulled the borrowed yukata even tighter around her body, closing her eyes. “I am not sure I can hold the barrier when night falls.”
“I know but believe me when I say we are getting out of this alive. I admit, there were times I hated this time of the month but I’m not gonna give up or back down. And you better not give up either, ya hear me?” he mock-growled at her.
The demi-goddess turned to face him, smiling as she uttered a single word, looking like a small child she was once was before she had everything forcefully taken from her. “Dattebayo.”
--
People screamed in terror as the men tried to attack the monster with their farming tools but in was no use as they were brutally cut down. An arc of crimson blood splashed through the sky, shining faintly in the light of the dying sun. Bodies torn apart from razor sharp fangs and claws littered the roads, organs collecting dirt as the ground turned a sickening red-black color, rapidly attracting flies and other insects. Broken weapons lay scattered around like a spoiled child done playing with his toys yet refused to pick them up. In the mist of it all the creature knelt among the bodies, sickening sounds barely heard as he feasted on the fresh meat surrounding him. Truly this was a banquet fit for a shogun!
One of the men swallowed the bile and fear creeping up the back of his throat and nodded to the others. He raised his hand, the men before him pulling back on their bows, holding the arrows steady as some other men darted before them, lighting the oil soaked rag tied to the arrow heads. Dropping his arm they were released, some hitting the creature in the back as the rest hit the unfortunate remains of former friends and loved ones, starting a fire that was quickly spreading to the homes.
“Again!” he shouted, letting another group of villagers step forward and fire more flaming arrows that in no time at all a large roaring fire stood before them. “Hold your fire!” he called to them, trying to peer into the flickering flames of the fire and he sighed, shoulders falling heavily beneath his yukata. They had finally brought the creature down though it cost them their homes and part of their fields. Children clung to their parents and older siblings, adults watching fearfully as the mayor of their village watched the flames destroy their home. Some would say he was insane for ruining all their hard work but he replied what was more important: the lives he was trying to save or homes that could be rebuilt?
He sighed softly, shoulders drooping as the fires crackled merrily. He turned to look at his people, watching everything with wide apprehensive eyes as their home was destroyed. He opened his mouth to say something in order of cheering them up, trying to think of something in order to lift their spirits but as he opened his mouth he felt blood trickle out past his lips and trail down his chin. A lady screamed as children began to sob hysterically. Looking down he saw a bloody fist protruding from the center of his chest, claws digging into his own heart. His last moment s were of watching as that powerful hand closed around the pulsating organ tighter and tighter until finally, it erupted, spraying blood everywhere.
“... Stupid man,” the demon hissed, tearing his fist out of his prey. His eyes glared angrily at his prey, an insane look of glee as he flewed his stained hands before charging forward. In the span of mere moments not a single creature was left alive as this mysterious being torn into every man, woman, children, and animal he could sink his fangs into. Still filled with the blood lust crave he turned to leave the ruined village in hopes of satisfying his blood lust but he froze and slowly tuned as he heard the fast approach of several mortals. That was the scene the group stumbled onto.
“Oh dear gods...” Kagome gasped, stumbling from her bike it took everything she had not to vomit on the spot but the stench of blood was overwhelming. Her adoptive son couldn’t hold back and was still retching painfully in a bush nearby, her small form shaking violently. Sango and Miroku, who had seen their own share of death in their young lives, were horrified at the scene before them. Nothing could have prepared them for this, nothing at all. The demon slayer dropped her hiraikotsu to the ground. The monk was shaking both in terror and rage at the sight of so much innocent blood hav ing been shed. Kirara was also overhwlemed at the stench of death but she was more enranged than anything else, her cream colreod fur standing on end at her crimson eyes gazed at the monster before them. Kouga, for lack of better terms, stood dumbfounded. The chaos brought back so many unwilling memories of the past he had longed wish to forget. In the poor villagers’ place he saw his brothers and comrades laying in pools of their own blood, having been cut down by the Wind Sorceress’s blades. He could feel something deep inside snap, his demonic instincts crying out for vengence that wihtout a second thought he thrusted his son in the arms of the shocked demon slayer and charged forward, his soft blue eyes turned red with rage as he sped forward.
“Die you fucking bastard!!” he raored as last as he could, fully intending on burying his claws into the bastard’s body.
“KOUGA!!!”
In the sky above, the last ray of sunlight drifted off, melding into the darkness known as night. Gone was the golden brillance of the goddess who bore the misfortune of watching the loss of so many innocents, only to be replaced by the luminous glory of the god, to sadly bear witness to the final battle between mortal, demon, and monster.
--
Golden eyes gazed down at the strange pendent in his hand, watching the smooth blue stone glow softly but it was weakly than before. He tore his sight away and gazed up at the new moon, wondering if the change had something to do with it. Dropping it to let it rest against his chest he tuned away and headed back into his chamber.
The castle was still as he remembered; rooms kept in such fine order not a single spec of dust could be found, priceless heirlooms decorating every inch of the huge estate from colorful tapestries to elaborately decorated furniture, dishes crafted from the finest silver and onyx stones lined the dining table, pillows so soft one would think they were sitting on a cloud sat upon the polished floors, the most exotic and rarest plants overflowing in the gardens resembling a beauty of a dream, not even the combined wealth of all the lords, shoguns, and emperor in the entire country of Japan could begin to match the wealth here but to the young lord it has never mattered. What truly mattered was the power one held in their possession.
However, that was what he used to believe it.
More and more lately he had been wanting to give it all up just so he could have the young demi-goddess at his side. He even found himself wishing to give up his sword Tôkijin in order to have her. He frowned and sat on a plush cuchion, resting his hand on his knee.
“She is nothing to me,” he said to himself but even he didn’t believe his own words. A soft knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Enter.”
The door slid open and a young girl dressed in a soft kimono with gentle orange blossoms along the bottom hem entered the room, closing the door behind her. “Lord Sesshomaru,” she smiled happily at him.
“What is it, Rin?” he asked calmly.
“I never knew you lived in such a beautiful place! It’s so nice, just like an emperor’s palace!” she smiled happily.
“Where’s Jaken?”
“I think he got lost trying to look for you. I told him you might be here but he went the other way.”
He didn’t say anything but found himself holding onto the stone hanging around his neck. Why was that woman plaguing his every thoughts?! Rin followed his hand to his fist, watching the way his fingers tightened around it. Looking up at his face intently she titled her head to the side abit.
“Lord Sesshomaru, are you alright?”
“... I’m fine.”
“Are you thinking about Heikou-san?” When he looked at her in surprise she just smiled. “I can tell you like her.”
He frowned and looked away, forcing his hand to release the necklace. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snapped out, looking away from the young girl. But her words held a ring of thought. He liked her--a lot.
‘Father died because his love for a mortal made him so weak. But Inuyasha is stronger because he fights to protect those he cares about. I--I... What am I?’ he thought to himself, angrily trying to sort through his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there though, clinging to the stone in his hand but when it stopped glowing he looked down and found the light and luster gone. He didn’t know why, but he had the most unsettling feeling deep down in the pit of his stomach. He stood up abruptly, ignoring his young human ward and going to his wardrobe and pulled on a clean hakama. “Rin.”
“Yes?”
“Find Jaken and tell him I will be returning later. Until I return I do not want you to leave the mansion, do not even go to the gardens,” he ordered her, strapping on the chest plate and tucked both swords into his belt.
“Yes Lord Sesshomaru.” She watched as he leapt out the window and ran out onto the balcony, watching as his pale form vanished over the wall and into the night. “Please, be carefully my lord. And good luck,” she whispered softly, the gently wind taking her words and passing them along.
Author’s Notes: Okay before anyone throws rotten fruit and stuff at me I want to apologize for taking so long to update this. You all must hate me right now but I am so so sorry! I hate writer’s block and then I didn’t know how I wanted to continue this and Naruto has been trying to take my heart and I can keep making excuses until I’m blue in the face but I did it and I’m actually happy with this chapter ^^ I know I said Naraku was gonna reveal his plans for why he wants Inuyasha and Heikou but honestly, I don’t know the reason either and I’m writing this! Well, actually I know the reason its just really hard to put down. Okay well that’s all I’m gonna say so if you still want to throw stuff at me then go ahead. I deserve it for making you all wait so long. Just, no rocks please ‘cuz they really hurt!
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