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The Ark
By : Dunkelgelb
Category: InuYasha > General
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The basis premise of this part remains in the story: Android Seventeen will wind up in the Japanese Sengoku Jidai and eventually come to travel with Sesshoumaru, as his time on the Silent Planet during the twenty-first century made him a friend of Kyushu, the Inu no Taisho and Sesshoumaru's and InuYasha's father. The character Daisuke won't be a dog demon, but will probably be a treacherous human underling of Oda Nobunaga that Seventeen will end up assassinating at the end of "Seasons in the Abyss." Seventeen's split-form tactic has gotten the boot.

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Battlefield 1542
Chapter ?: Reprisal

Tossed through a sliding wooden door by Daisuke's powerful arms, Kagura and Android Seventeen landed on the hardwood floor of a dark room with a ruffling thud, both of them bound by their own set of iron manacles. Rubbing his mouth against one of his coat sleeves, the battered android huffed in dismay, for a small wet spot formed in the cloth. Daisuke hit him hard, hard enough to make even him bleed. Rolling onto his side, Seventeen looked to Kagura, who lay curled up into a ball, shivering from cold, as the water in her soaked clothes had chilled during the walk to the castle.

"Okay, Kagura, how, pray tell, do you plan on escaping?" Seventeen asked, confident that she wouldn't have an answer.

She caught him off guard.

"We k-kill all the guards and walk out-t. S-simple, eh?"

He just looked at her oddly for a few moments. Her face was rock-solid serious and her voice just as steadfast, her shivering stutter notwithstanding. What on Earth could they possibly do with no weapons and restrained mobility? Seventeen smiled at Kagura's boldness.

"That is a funny thing to say for someone that can barely stay warm. Tell me, do you have someone hiding in the bushes, ready to come running at your beckon call?"

Kagura smiled sarcastically. Indeed, she did have a secret benefactor, at least she hoped she did. Sesshoumaru was likely her only way out of this, and if he rejected her now, it would be over quite soon.

"That and my weapon is nearby. I saw Daisuke set it in the room across from this one, on the other side of the throne room. If I can get it back, the breakout will be much easier to pull off."

"What is your weapon, anyway?" Seventeen asked, as Kagura didn't look like one to carry a sword or bow.

"It is a folding fan."

Seventeen groaned, repeatedly knocking his head on the floor.
"Great, we shall cool our enemies to death. Shall we try reading them a bedtime story, too?"

The demoness was about to launch her own verbal counterattack when the Daisuke's voice echoed through the wall.

"Lord Sesshoumaru, welcome to the Eastern Lands."

The regal taiyoukai stood in the main doorway of Shyushu's throne room, his white robes and silver hair fluttering in the breeze of the winter day. His amber eyes bore a purpose within them, more so than usual, as today promised to be chaotic. He made direct, piercing eye contact with Daisuke, who knelt on the floor with false respect, making the demon captain a bit uncomfortable. Shifting his eyes across the room, Sesshoumaru was disgusted with what he saw. At one time, perhaps, this had been a proud sanctum of power, but now, it was a wreck. Old tapestries, frayed, worn, and deteriorating, hung on bent rails from the marred wooden of the walls. The carpet lay on the equally thrashed floor, full of holes and filthy with grime. The wood-and-paper lattice work of the sliding doors appeared to have been used at clubs, their frames and covering torn asunder and crushed beyond decent repair.

The devasation grew to its peak at the throne itself. The skeletons and carcasses of various ,dead, half-eaten animals and possibly a few unlucky humans lay sprawled all around the Eastern lord's large cushion, which, incidentally, was long saturated with blood spilled years before and since. Sesshoumaru's heart sank when he peered upon the Eastern lord himself, though he showed no sign of it.

Shyushu was a pitiful excuse for royalty. The once proud and intelligent dog demon ruler sat on his haunches with a maniacal sneer on his face as he tried to crack open an old bone and get at the old, dry marrow within. His leaf-green yukata and assorted other robes were as frayed as the tapestries, each hole revealing dirt-covered and sickly white skin. His silver hair was missing large chunks and spilled down his back in wiry ruffles. His hands shook. His back could not straighten itself. Sesshoumaru pitied him.

The well-poised Western lord felt, for once in his life, genuinely sorry for the condition his counterpart was in. Shyushu, once upon a time, was his father's top vassal, and his most trusted friend. He was able to inspire with his epic tales and generate uproars of loud laughter with his raucous non-sequitur humor. To Sesshoumaru, he was like a second father or a years-older brother, closer to him than Inuyasha ever was. He, along with Inutaisho, taught him how to fight with the sword, and even chipped in a few secret Buddhist warrior's tactics.

Now, he was a babbling madman, mumbling nonsense and ranting insanity, building, bizarre, twisted structures out of bones and straw, for no apparent purpose, and trying to hide from his own shadow. Worse, the transition was not natural.

Sesshoumaru suspected that Daisuke and his whole army of corrupt guardsmen were behind it. He had no way of knowing what they did, as it could be anything, ranging from minute, regular amounts of poison in a drink to a curse from an unseen sorcerer. It would certainly be convenient for Shyushu to become an unfit ruler, as with no mate or other heir to claim the throne, Daisuke would be in line to assume power. Insulting to Sesshoumaru was the fact that the captain pledged merely to assist Shyushu and not take complete control, blithering enraging lies about how he had to remain loyal to his lord.

That was to end today, for Sesshoumaru came to the East to forge an alliance, one that would cement him as the ruler of both West and East, hence tying Daisuke's ambitions down, if only temporarily.

"My friend, it is time" Sesshoumaru said, keeping his voice down.

Shyushu looked up with crazed, amber eyes into Sesshoumaru's pitying own, seeming to understand. Thankfully, the eastern lord's mind had not completely evaporated, for his will remained strong, no matter what treachery he fell prey to. He had been in enough control to try to arrange this alliance, and due to Daisuke's own foolish words, he had the authority to do so.

"Yes..........." Shyushu struggled, constantly fighting a civil war with his own brain.

Daisuke stepped up and interrupted the two.

"Lord Sesshoumaru, my master seems to having difficulty at this moment. Perhaps it would be a better idea to postpone this?"

Sesshoumaru simply growled and pushed past the captain, pulling out a rolled-up scroll that was tucked inside his armor. It was the final copy of the treaty he had drafted expressly for this day. It dissolved the east-west border, placed Shyushu under his care, and all it required were their signatures, written in blood. Not wanting the them to succeed in their plan, Daisuke brought up the subject of the prisoners.

"Lord Sesshoumaru, would you like your spy back?" Daisuke asked.

"What are you talking about?" Sesshoumaru asked in a quick, harsh voice, angered at the demon conspirator's constant interference.

Daisuke stepped around Sesshoumaru, opened a door, stepped into a dark room, and returned with a young, black-haired man, dressed in a long, green coat, pants of matching color, tall leather boots, and an armor vest which both of his arms were tucked and shackled behind. The demon threw Seventeen to the floor in front of Sesshoumaru.

"Does this belong to you?" Daisuke asked, holding Seventeen's head by the hair and tilting it back for Sesshoumaru to see.

The demon lord looked down in annoyance at the fidgeting, restrained human. Daisuke must have been getting desperate, because he was throwing baseless conspiracy theories around, with a human as his spy, no less.

"I have never seen him before in my life. Now, stop creating ridiculous tales of subterfuge and let Shyushu and I conduct out business."

Seventeen craned his head around Sesshoumaru to catch a glimpse of the dissheveled demon on the throne cushion. He had returned to his bone-crunching task and was using Seventeen's Colt Anaconda as a hammer. Four shots remained in the cylinder, and if only the android could get at it, he could shoot all three of the demon's in the room and make a dash for the woods. However, he felt sympathetic toward Kagura, and did not want to simply leave her. She said that her fan was her main weapon and that it was in the next room, presumably behind the door near which Shyushu was sitting. What he needed was an opportunity to grab both his pistol and the fan.

"Allright, Sesshoumaru. If he isn't your spy, then you should have no qualms in killing him. Go ahead, lop off his head!" Daisuke ordered, smiling at Seventeen's imminent death.

The android narrowed his eyes. This would be an excellent time to strike. Sesshoumaru angled his head down toward Seventeen and looked him straight in his green eyes. They contemplated one another, wondering what the other was thinking. Raising an eyebrow, Sesshoumaru moved his right and only hand to the hilt of his Tokijin and unclicked it from its sheath, drawing the gleaming blade out to hold it away from his body, then raised it above his head in preparation for the swift attack that was to follow. The demon lord shot a mental message into Seventeen's brain.

"This is nothing personal" the demon lord communicated.

"Likewise" Seventeen replied, calm in his own mind, even when faced with almost certain death.

Seventeen A-2 was calm, for he had a plan. He watched the sword as it drew back, estimating Sesshoumaru's strength, the sword's mass, density, and how fast it would move when Sesshoumaru let it fly. Staring intently at the sword's tip, Seventeen began a mental countdown, the end of which would signal the start of his counterattack. It slowed to a halt and stood straight in the air. Just as lazily, it began the descent to Seventeen's neck.

"Damn....this wil be close......three.....two.....one......THERE!"

The sword came within three inches of its target's head, but came no closer and drew farther away, because Seventeen shoved tremendous force into the wooden floor through his legs, pushing him toward the wall next to the door where he had been initially left. Both Sesshoumaru and Daisuke watched in disbelief as two spheres of shining, golden energy leapt from the supposed human's shoulders to rest midair on either side of him, twisting, forming, and dropping to the floor as perfect and free-handed duplicate of the android soldier.

The three Seventeens looked at one another, then with malicious grins, locked on to the awed dog demons before them.

"Two and Three, suppressive assault! Go!"

Seventeens Two and Three happily complied, simultaneously launching off the wall behind them and jamming either a fist or a foot into the stomachs of both Daisuke and Sesshoumaru. Seventeen Prime dashed between all of them and threw his whole body through the flimsy wood and paper of the sliding door across the room, landing on a new floor in a shower of wood chunks torn paper. There, sitting on top of a small cupboard, was Kagura's fan. As his arms were shackled together behind his armor, Seventeen had no choice other than to use his teeth.

Emerging from the room he had so forcefully entered, Seventeen watched in glee as Two and Three beat the living daylights out of the enemy inuyoukai. Since they were thirds of a whole, Seventeens One, Two, and Three could use three times more electromagnetic power than the unified one could and still avoid catastrophic overheating, putting them on level ground with their current opponents. Seventeen Two fought rather conservatively, keeping his feet rooted on the ground while he pummeled Sesshoumaru in the stomach with alternating fists, advancing only when his target recoiled out of reach. Seventeen Three took more risks, though, kicking, punching, and headbutting Daisuke all over his body from multiple directions within a tiny length of time. Realizing that such properties applied to him also, Seventeen pulled hard on his manacles, not noticing that the weakly fused bone in his arm was on the verge of another breaking, and the iron gave out under the tension. Removing Kagura's fan from his mouth, Seventeen yelled out to the demoness in the other room.

"KAGURA! LOOK TOWARD YOUR DOOR!"

Kagura perked up at Seventeen's voice, and perked up even more when her folded fan burst through the paper of the door, leaving a large hole behind. She wasted no time in retrieving it. Spreading it out in her hands, Kagura whispered the miniature version of her signature attack.

"Dancing Blade."

A small gust of wind blew through the room, and a dinner-plate sized buzzsaw of youki emerged from her fan, spinning at thousands of revolutions per second. Kneeling in front of it , Kagura carefully pulled her bound hands away from each other and exposed the linking chain. Slamming it down on the swirling blade, the chain exploded with a shower of sparks, and thankfully, it was aimed away from her face, for a few shattered links rocketed into the wall like shaftless arrowheads. Kagura stood up, slid the perforated door open, and smiled seductively at Seventeen, who was watching his clones fight with the Sesshoumaru and Daisuke.

"I'm getting out of here now. We should get together sometime!" she said.

Seventeen grinned, but had to broke the smile off as he dodged a pile of arms and legs, presumably Daisuke and Seventeen Three. Kagura turned around, burst through the door on her opposite wall, and sprinted down the violet-carpeted hallway, toward the front door. Seeing this, Seventeen reasoned that it was time to leave. He hopped over the struggling pair of warriors on the floor, whisked his Colt Anaconda from the dazed Shyushu, then leaped back toward the door Kagura was just speaking from.

"Two and Three, disengage and fall back!"

With rocketing force, each lesser Seventeen punched their opponents in the jaw one last time, then broke off, leapt back, and fell into formation behind Seventeen One. Sesshoumaru and Daisuke groaned and picked themselves up, catching sight of the human warriors at the door, one of them with an odd metal contraption in his right hand. Seventeen peered through the sights of his high-powered handgun, cautiously eyeing Sesshoumaru, Daisuke, and Shyushu, trying to calculate the best time to flee.
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The Ark