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Red Strings of Fate	By : northstar Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 11810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Thoughts*

[Character]

~* Chapter 11 *~

[Sesshoumaru]
The canines found Tergan in one of
the dingy brothels that lined the underbelly of the coastal city. How he had
made it this far in one night, I wasn�t sure, but I suspected that others had
helped him make his escape.
*No matter* I thought to myself. *There is plenty of death
to go around.*
As I dragged him away from the cheap prostitute he had
hired, I sneered at all the other scum, spoiling for a fight. Sadly, no one
took me up on the challenge my eyes flashed at them. They all watched in
silence as I exited the building, Tergan�s collar
firmly in my white knuckled grip.
Flying, I took us both to a cave my mother had once shown
me. Deep into the bowls of the earth it went, the molten pools of magma casting
the chambers in sullen scarlet light. Years of neglect had most of the
equipment rusting, the fowl stench of old blood mingling with the noxious fumes
from the pits. But upon closer inspection I found a set of wrist and ankle
cuffs that looked like they were still usable.
Locking Tergan into them, I was
pleased to find that they held. Up until now he had neither plead nor cried. As
his eyes took in all of the implements of torture scattered on the floor and
propped against the wall, he began to struggle against his bonds and howl for
help.
I turned my back on him, undaunted by his shrieks of terror.
This cave had once belonged to an enemy of my father�s. It had taken my
father�s keen nose to track the vicious, sadistic bastard to the depths of this
lair. When my father had arrived to finish the youkai
off, the sight of some of his faithful followers who had been guests here had
thrown him into a blood rage that is said to have lasted for three years.
Needless to say, the torture chamber suited my mood
perfectly. Leisurely I strode over to the throne that sat on a platform,
lording over the entire area. It was the only place free of debris or dried
blood. Stripping to the waist, I laid Toukijin and Tenseiga on top of my shirt and armor. With a strip of thong,
I tied my hair into a high ponytail so that it would stay out of my way.
I studied the old lord�s personal wall of tools, finally
settling on a cat o�nine tails. Fingering the leather
grip, I cracked the whip experimentally. Against the wall, Tergan
whimpered at the sound.
I smiled.
Turning back to my captive, I cracked it again, getting the
feel of it.
�Shall we get started?� I asked in a conversational tone, my
face pleasantly blank.
Tergan�s face was white and he
visibly blanched as I approached him. Tenderly I ran the leather along his jaw
line, caressed it across his cheek. His eyes bugled with fear, his gaze trying
to follow the path of my hand and keep the whip in sight.
�You are going to beg,� I told him, again in a tone that
suggested I was talking about such trivial things as the weather.
Some of his bravado returned, and he spat at my feet. �I
will never beg,� he said confidently.
�You will,� I corrected him like an errant child.
�Soon, you will beg for your death,� I promised, and let the
first stroke fall.

[Sesshoumaru]
The first lesson my father ever taught me was that it was
wrong to enjoy the kill.
�My son,� he once said to me. �The only thing that separates
you and I from all the lesser youkai
is our ability to stay in control, to restrain ourselves from falling prey to
the seduction of the kill.�
I enjoyed killing Tergan.
Many times.
The advantage to having a sword like Tenseiga
was not lost to me. No matter that it was a gross bastardization of the purpose
my father had probably intended it for.
The third time I brought Tergan
back to life, I shaved off his balls and penis, wrapping them into a neat
little package. I had a specific idea as to how I wanted them disposed of.
The tenth time I grew tired of his endless stream of threats,
curses, and desperate cries, so I cut out his tongue and roasted it in the heat
rising from the molten pools. Then I made him eat it.
The twenty-seventh time I cut out his eyes, terrorizing him
with clink and rattle of the tools of torture as I sifted through them and
experimented on him with the more interesting looking ones.
After the seventy-ninth time, I stopped counting.
At last my rage spent itself out and I emerged from the
cave, covered in fresh and old blood. I shielded my eyes from the bright sunlight,
noticing that it had been two days since I set foot inside the chamber.
I went seeking out Jaken�s corpse,
and used Tenseiga on him, bringing him back to life.
He eyed me fearfully, and I said nothing, taking hold of his collar as I
returned to the cave. Setting him down at the entrance, I ordered him to stay.
I dragged out Tergan�s naked
corpse by the wrist chains. Throwing it at Jaken�s
feet, I let him get a good eye full of it before I spoke.
I looked him directly in the eye, and he backed away
involuntarily, his fear so thick I could taste it on my tongue.
�Take this and stake it up outside his castle walls,� I
commanded. �Let his allies see what I do to those who cross me.�
Jaken recoiled from the hideous
thing, but managed a nod.
�Then, you will go back to your people and tell them of
this. You will send this message to my enemies: �This is what it is to oppose
the Lord of the Western Lands.� If Rin heals, and if
you have completed these tasks, I will not kill you when next I see you. Now begone!� I condemned him.
I watched him scuttle away, dragging the corpse after him.
Then I turned to west, my face pointed towards Toushi�s
palace and the ones who waited for me there.
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