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Broken Promises	By : cryptica Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 19562 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 17
“My Lord you summoned us?” Kanna asked quietly, the desolate landscape seeming to require subdued tones. She hated coming back to this lonely place and avoided it whenever her Lord desired to visit. It was a land filled with anger and the corpses of cherry trees.
“Ah Kanna and Kohaku come witness my destruction of at least one of my enemies. It would seem I will have to find another way to lure Sesshomaru to his death as Inuyasha,” he kicked the unconscious red rags at his feet before turning away, “is not the bate I thought he would be.”
Kohaku pulled Kanna closer to his side as his hand shot out to grip Naraku’s sleeve halting him. “This is no place for Kanna in her condition. Send her back to the castle.” At the flash of rage in Naraku’s eyes he dropped his hand.
“You dare to order me?”
“I - no,” he shook his head knowing his Lord was beyond listening. “I am only concerned for Kanna’s safety.” Dropping his eyes and lowing his head respectfully to his Lord he never the less vowed to keep close watch on Kanna as his eyes scanned the desolate landscape behind the cover of his bangs. The low growl at his feet took a minute to register on his senses as he was focused at danger coming from the darkness.
“SESSHOMARU!” He bellowed as he came to. Getting his feet back under him he gripped the chains and with his full demon strength flowing thru him at last he snapped the chains binding him to the old cherry tree, the trunk of the tree splintering under the strain and toppling the whole thing to the ground. “NARAKU I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU SLIMY BASTARD!”
He pushed aside the branches of the fallen tree freeing himself from it and the chains like brushing off the clinging strands of old cobwebs. ***Sesshomaru?*** He looked around noting his enemy’s companions had arrived.
***Here love.***
He scanned the darkness again finding it empty of anyone besides his enemies. ***Where?***
Ah-Un slowly descended from the heavens touching down next to him, his mate calmly sitting astride the beasts back. ***Not looking up. A fatal trait most demons have. I would have thought you wouldn’t need to be schooled in such things with as much time as you’ve spent in trees Yasha.***
***Black is definitely your color Sesshy.*** He thought to his mate, stunned anew with his mate’s beauty, before Naraku’s caustic voice brought him back the here and now.
“I was beginning to think I had picked the wrong bate Sweetness.”
“You have done a lot of things lacking in intelligence Naraku. Taking my mate was just your latest stupidity that moved your name to the top of the list of people I’m going to kill.”
He watched as his mate slid gracefully from the back of Ah-Un his banter with their enemy never faltering as he directed the beast from the battlefield with a pat to its flanks.
“Who is the one lacking intelligence Sweetness?” Naraku stepped closer, a sneer curling his lips as he looked them over. “How do you expect to kill me when your powers are so deficient to the task?”
“Mine aren’t you slimy bastard!” He stepped in front of his mate his claws itching with the need to rip the smug lips from Naraku’s face. He could practically taste the scent of lust oozing from the bastard as his eyes raked his mate’s body up and down.
“Tisk, does the mighty Lord of the West need his whipped cur of a half-breed brother to fight his battles for him?” He brought the back of his right hand to his lips leaning in to whisper loudly to Sesshomaru. “You really must work on his vocabulary ‘Slimy bastard’ is getting a bit tedious.”
The steel arm suddenly around his waist halted his lunge forward and sent him stumbling backward into the chest of his mate. “What the hell Sesshomaru, let me go I want to rip his eyes out and shove them down his throat!” The pain of the still bleeding whip marks screaming fire as he was held to his mate’s chest were a minor annoyance in his rage.
***All in good time my mate. We need to draw the cobra closer to my wounded bird act.*** He took a moment just to breathe in the scent of his mate, Yasha’s still bleeding wounds enraged him, as his eyes promised death to his enemy he gently licked the closest bleeding welt.
***What… Oh.*** He shivered as another soothing lick calmed some of the fire burning in his wounds. ***Ok it’s your dance Sesshy, I’ll follow your lead.*** He could feel his mate’s surprise and approval thru their re-established link. He could understand the surprise as whenever they’d fought an enemy together in the past it was more them fighting each other for the honor of defeating the enemy than them working together.
A quick nuzzle and bite to the mating mark on his neck sent his thoughts scattering. “Not now you pervert.” He hissed quietly to Sesshomaru. An elbow to the gut not making Sesshy back up or release his hold on him in the slightest.
“The dance of mating sometimes has its mirror in the dance on the battlefield Yasha.” He whispered into his mate’s neck. “I remember how beautifully we danced together with our swords drawn.” Covertly, using his mate’s body in front of him to shield his movements, he handed Tetsusaiga back to Inuyasha.
//// “I shall have you both chained and whipped against the corpses of my mother’s cherry trees so your blood can feed the ground for their rebirth.”
They broke apart as a tentacle whipped the air between them. Sesshomaru going left while he darted right as they drew their swords.

“Those two picked a deplorable time to start a mating dance.”
“What are you talking about Miroku?” Sango asked him as she stood up from the meager cover they had located to have a clear view to aim her Hiraikotsu.
What she saw was both lethal and beautiful to watch. Where before whenever she’d watched Inuyasha and Sesshomaru battle an enemy together it was a frustrating comedy of errors as one would get in the way of the other in an attempt to strike the winning blow.
Now they glided around each other in a spiraling dance of death. Where one would strike the enemy the other would defend against the tentacles many angled attacks only to signal each other with a loving caress of an arm or hip that the other had a clear opening to attack and the roll of attacker and defender would effortlessly switch to the other. It was lethal in its design against Naraku and sinful to watch as Inuyasha and Sesshomaru never seemed to stop touching each other as they hacked Naraku apart.
“Oh my.”
“Yes, it would seem it was a good thing we followed.”
She nodded her head, unable to tear her eyes away, as Miroku walked away from her to get closer to the action. She watched for any opening in the battle where her hiraikotsu could help but the brothers were killing perfection itself in the way they moved together.
Naraku was hard pressed to keep up with the damage inflicted on him as he attacked and retreated to wherever the largest pile of his cut off tentacles lay in an effort to reabsorb as much of himself as possible during the battle.
Suddenly two sutras sliced thru the battle to hit Inuyasha and Sesshomaru freezing both in place, open to the attack of Naraku.
“Miroku what the hell are you doing!” She yelled as she sent her Hiraikotsu sailing thru the air to cut the tentacles that were seconds from killing both her friends. One of the tentacles knocking her weapon from the air on its return arc disarming her.
“I’m doing what I should have done long ago.” Stepping out from behind the trunk of a dead cherry tree he entered the clearing the brothers frozen to his left and Naraku on his right and unleashed his wind tunnel.
“You think such a pitiful weapon, a weapon I cursed you with, will be able to defeat me?” Naraku laughed.
Miroku looked at the back of his wind tunnel hand shaking his head. “As it is now, no.” Drawing a dagger from his purple robes with his left he brought the blade to his right hand so the edge of the blade touched edge of the void in his hand. “But if I do this,” the blade sliced into the edge of the void making the hole bigger and tripling the force of the suction drawing his enemy in, “I’m sure I can drag you in to hell before this swallows me whole.”
“You’re insane!” Naraku yelled into the wind. The wind tunnel sucking up the cut off pieces of tentacle before he could reabsorb them. He released the saimyoushou the horde of insects streaming into the wind tunnel to poison the monk.
“Yes. I’m finding insanity quite exhilarating.” He didn’t even try to stop the gleeful bubbles of laughter at the fearful look on Naraku’s face. Not even the feel of thousands of stingers being sucked into his body could stop him from laughing.
***What is he doing! Your crazy monk is going to suck us in as well.*** Sesshomaru growled as he could feel the wind starting to drag his and Yasha’s bodies toward the gapping maw in the monks right hand.
***Instead of growling send a blast from Tokijin to break his concentration it’s the only way to free us.***
***Impossible.***
***What do you mean, I’d do it but my tetsusaiga is pointing the wrong way.***
***As is my blade.***
***Shit!***
“My fault. All my fault.” Sango said as she hung on for dear life to the trunk of the nearest cherry tree. The predawn light casting a grey glow of despair to the tragedy playing out in front of her.
She watched as Kohaku used the chain of his weapon to anchor both himself and Kanna to a cherry tree. Looking around she spotted her Hiraikotsu a couple yards away.
I have to do something or everyone I care about is going to be dragged into the wind tunnel.
Drawing her dagger she flattened herself to the ground, stabbing her blade into the earth as she crawled to her hiraikotsu lying on the ground, hoping to get to it before the wind sucked it or her in.
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