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Chapter List
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Chapter 25
Kitana returned to the garden and in a leap,
she jumped upon the side of the wall that surrounded it. Crawling upon it she
soon reached the top, and then climbed upon the roof of the building itself,
looking at her surroundings.
She still couldn�t understand how people with
as low a level of technology could make a whole castle float in the sky, but it
appeared to be true; a great wall of white clouds surrounded the place. The
buildings scattered in the courtyard were multiple and she could count at least
six of them, apparently all inhabited by youkai of different levels of energy.
Sesshomaru was at the opposite end of the place, his energy signature clearly
recognizable to Kitana, and his mother, as far as she could tell, was not with
him. Her energy was great, but much lower than her son�s and she was difficult
to distinguish from many of the warriors. All in all, the place was a gathering
ground of higher-level youkai, but none of them stronger than her companion.
A particular area of the courtyard, a square
building with no windows visible but with an open area in the center, appeared
to house a gathering of some sort. She could sense various energy signatures
there and a mix of aggressive or combative feelings fuelled by adrenaline.
Deciding to start her investigations at this place, she jumped to the ground
and made her way to the building, climbing the wall once again instead of
confronting the guards standing at the entrance. Decidedly, this place was well
protected, and she wanted to see firsthand who could become her enemies.
Once she reached the top of the wall, she
discovered that it was not really a building, but rather just a very high
square-shaped wall. The purpose of this particular construction was revealed to
her: it was an outside dojo. A huge, wide opened place with four slightly
elevated square training areas surrounded by the high walls she had climbed.
At the moment, a fight was going on that seemed
to attract the attention of everyone. A group of about twenty youkai, all of
them muscular males of various origins, was standing at the edge of one of the
training rings to have a better view of this fight, enthusiastically cheering
and shouting at the opponents but at the same time obscuring Kitana�s view. She
could easily sense the excitement of the small crowd, as well as the emotions
of the fighters; one of them was being beaten up and was starting to exude fear
and the other one was almost aroused by the fight, getting a high from the combined
effects of adrenaline and victory. Curious about what was so interesting to
watch that all these seasoned fighters would stop their training session to
look at it, the black skinned creature broke into a four-legged run along the
roof to reach a spot where she could get an overview of the scene.
Unnoticed by anyone, she crouched on all four
atop the roof, finally getting a glimpse of the action. In the closest corner
of the ring, two fighters were sitting back to back in a puddle of their own
blood, totally exhausted with their bodies literally covered by small cuts and
wounds, but still breathing. In the middle of the ring the battle was raging
between what appeared to be a large bull headed warrior who fought with a heavy
war-axe, and a small female of an undetermined species, to Kitana�s eyes at
least.
She slowly descended along the wall to get a
better view, and then sat up on her haunches, her feet firmly gripping the side
of the wall. The fighter had raven black hairs, spiked and cut about an inch
from her skull. She wore black low waist pants that flared at the ankle,
letting her bare clawed feet appear and a buttoned-down black sleeveless jacket
that covered her down to the navel. Her exposed arms and lower abdomen were
very muscular, showing no extra fat and almost sinuous muscles. Strange
greyish-brown markings surrounded her eyes and evaded into points toward her
pointed ears, giving her a dramatic expression, and a series of a dozen of
similarly colored stripes adorned her wrists and ankles, coming closer to each
other as they approached her extremities before finally merging on her hands
and feet to create a striking contrast of pale and dark skin.
Smirking evilly at her opponent, the diminutive
fighter waited until the momentum of the great bull carried him forward at high
speed before jumping up in the air and scratching his right arm deeply with her
sharp claws. Then, she spun in mid-air and did the same to his broad muscled
back. The swiftness and agility of the girl was impressive, and the bull
stumbled and almost fell over, before straightening himself for another attack.
Feeling the growing lust that was emitted by
the woman, Kitana smirked. It was not uncommon for women to experiment physical
pleasure in the heat of a fight, especially women from a lower cast, with no
power over anything in their life. These women usually made fierce opponents in
battle since they then took the only chance they had at overpowering someone
else, and took utmost pleasure in doing so especially when faced with a strong
foe. As they did, they often gained respect from their companions or even from
the higher ups and climbed in the hierarchy, never letting go of their sadistic
ways though.
Examining her fighting style, Kitana determined
that this little black-haired thing was exactly this type of opponent; she was
taking her time, angering the bull while cutting him open and making him bleed
out on the ring. The large youkai was doing his best to lend a blow on the
female, in an impressive display of heated muscles and abnormal strength,
towering over her and sending his fists and hooves toward her. The agility of
the female though outmatched the bull readily, and it was the only thing that
kept the small youkai alive; everybody could tell that if a single blow from
the bull landed on her, she would be as good as dead. It was probably what was
keeping this crowd so enthralled with the battle, seeing the raging bull
defeated by a smallish female was as captivating as witnessing the death of the
said female if the male could get a grip on her.
Looking back at the two incapacitated fighters
still hunched in their corner, Kitana knew that they had indeed tasted the foul
medicine of the woman and would soon be joined by the bull if luck didn�t leave
the woman. The crowd was now shouting at the fighters more than ever, and
became hysteric when the small female started to fight with knives instead of
her claws, attacking the male in a fury of black and silver. The cuts she made
with the knives did not heal as fast as the wounds from her claws, and Kitana
thought that the blades must be coated with either an anticoagulating agent or
some poison that diminished the potency of youkai healing. Either way, the
results were interesting as the large beast was now bleeding heavily from
multiple shallow wounds, and had yet to come close enough to the female to
touch her, let alone harm her in any way.
As the fight went on, the bull�s movements
became slower and his breath became labored. His open mouth let go of a whitish
foam as his tongue hung on the side, panting from the exertion and the blood
loss. His large eyes were now bulging from the pain and the realization that he
may very well loose this fight. After a powerful strike toward his elusive
enemy, the creature fell on one knee, both his hands lying atop his thigh to
prevent him from falling over. Slowly, he got back on his feet, only to be
attacked fiercely by the sadistic creature that was his opponent. In a scream
that was almost drowned under the cheering from the crowd, he fell over his
back, having slipped in the now deep puddle of blackish red blood that covered
the arena. A thundering noise resonated on the walls of the dojo when the large
body of the bull slammed on the ground, sending blood flying on the nearest
observers.
It was hard not to openly cheer up with the
rest of the crowd, but Kitana did her best to stay as impassive as she could
despite the fun she was having. Of course she felt the growing terror and
exhaustion of the bull, but her focus was entirely on the female. Each swipe
that met with flesh brought her an undeniable arousal, each drop of blood that
hit the ground fed her lust and longing. When the immense creature finally fell
down on the ground, the small woman almost reached climax, grinning at the crowd
who cheered her name and booed the bull. These waves of guilty pleasure hit
Kitana at full strength, and she finally couldn�t resist but smirk at the
female. When it was clear that the bull wouldn�t get up, the winner of the
fight walked over to him and placed her left foot on his broad back.
�Do we have another volunteer?�
--
The crowd suddenly hushed down, no one wanting
to meet her challenge; after all, the bull was the strongest of them all and
couldn�t land a punch on this slip of a female.
�No one? Don�t be chickens, guys! Come on!�
Most of the spectators turned and left the
area, not wanting to be picked as �volunteers�. When she saw their reaction,
she frowned and then landed a series of hard kicks in the bull�s ribs, pushing
him until he fell down the ring. The men helped him get on his feet as well as
the other two fighters, and accompanied them out of the training area. The
remaining spectators scattered across the three other rings, going back to the
training they were doing before the show started.
�Impressive display.�
Kitana�s words reached the little youkai and
she turned to face her. Their eyes met, each of them examining the other one,
both puzzled and intrigued by what they saw. It appeared that the sight of a
black-skinned female, hairless with a crested head, armed with claws and tail
and sticking on the middle of a high rocky wall like a fly was not a common
occurrence in the castle, for the young youkai was speechless before her. After
what seemed to be an eternity, she finally smiled at Kitana, straightening her
posture and putting her fists on her hips.
�I was beginning to think you couldn�t speak.
Not once I heard you cheer on me, nor on the bull for that matter.�
It was Kitana�s turn to smile, or rather to
smirk. A malicious gleam entered her eyes as she answered the youkai.
�One does not need to cheer when the result of
a battle is obvious.�
The youkai paused and let her eyes wander over
Kitana�s form, taking into account her bladed tail and lethal claws, and
lingering a little bit too long on her curves and feminine forms before
returning to her face. The black creature lifted a brow, now knowing exactly
what kind of female this one was.
�You are not from around here.�
�No, I am not. My name is Kitana.�
�I am Sai, pleased to meet you.� The woman
bowed while keeping eye contact. Her irises were the same color as her
markings, creating a stunning effect.
�The pleasure is mine. May I ask you what kind
of youkai you are? Your fighting style was quite spectacular, if I dare say.�
A small smirk reached Sai�s face, and she
brought her right hand to her mouth, slowly sucking the blood that coated her
fingers.
�I am a marten; what about you? You don�t
remind me of any youkai I�ve ever met.�
It was Kitana�s time to smirk.
�Maybe because I�m foreign.�
�Maybe. And would you enjoy a little friendly
sparring, Kitana the Foreigner?�
Kitana sat back on her heels, swishing the tip
of her tail slowly before her.
�Well, it�s not that I would not appreciate,
but I am supposed to pretend to be a lady and I doubt a lady would engage in
sparring. What do you think?�
Cocking her head to the side, the marten
replied.
�Well, if you ask me� Why don�t you pretend to
be a warrior instead of a lady, just for the time of one battle anyway? It
would be much more convincing; with your muscles and claws, you would make a
great warrior, and a poor lady.�
Kitana contracted her legs and jumped on the
ring, crouching low right before the female youkai. Blood splattered around as
her feet met the ground, and her claws instinctively dug into the ring to avoid
slipping into the crimson liquid.
�Oh, are you implying that I am not a lady,
marten? Because it could be considered an insult to my honor.�
Smiling widely now, the girl cocked her head to
the side.
�And pray tell, what would happen if I were to
insult your honor?�
Kitana straightened up her posture, standing
firmly before the marten.
�Then as a true lady, I would have to send my
champion to teach you a lesson.�
�So I guess you could very well consider what I
said to be an insult. Where is your champion? I can�t wait to fight him.�
The short-haired woman made a turn upon
herself, slowly scrutinizing the crowd that was starting to gather again around
the ring.
�I think he is busy elsewhere. He is a jerk anyway;
I don�t think he would give his best in defence of my honor. Or even raise a
finger. It appears I will have to fight you by myself.�
�To regain your honor?�
�Of course; why else?�
�Why else, indeed!�
Both women were now smirking at each other; a
pair of dangerous looking smiles, not something that would give warmth to a
loved one. The crowd was now growing, becoming even bigger than when Sai first
fought against the males and now at least thirty youkai of various species were
gathered around the ring. Many of them were dog youkai of different colors, but
none sported a fur pelt or white hairs like Sesshomaru and his mother. They
were soldiers, all of them, and as distractions were scarce they gladly
accepted the little excitation a good sparring match would bring them;
especially when the sparring partners were females, and when the sparring
ground was slippery with blood.
Acclamations were now being heard louder and
louder as the crowd heated up, and Kitana and her opponent took up their battle
stance; the black skinned creature crouched low to the ground, one of her hands
making contact with the surface of the ring while her tail started swishing in
the air around her, and the mustelid female simply backed one foot down and
prepared to pounce on her adversary.
Sai was the first to strike, swiftly running to
Kitana�s crouched form. The skeletal tail moving faster as she approached, she
couldn�t land a direct blow but she was far from being out of options. With a
laugh, she used her demonic speed to move away from Kitana�s front, before
falsely attacking from the side, then the back. The black-skinned creature was
not gifted with youkai abilities and speed, and hours of practice against a
certain taiyoukai taught her that on open ground, without any place to hide or
duck behind, she was no match for such an attack.
With an unbelievable speed, the marten managed
to jump in between two passes of the deadly tail and sprang her claws, savagely
racking them onto her opponent�s skin. The ebony girl didn�t even try to avoid
the attack, or to retaliate; she stood there, her smirk growing more evil each
time a new swipe was sent at her.
The short-haired woman was surprised; she was
sure that she put all her strength in that series of attacks and she had yet to
break the skin. More, her claws were almost sore, as if she tried to claw a
boulder or rock. She paused for an instant, glaring at her adversary.
�What�s going on, marten? You like to make your
victims bleed, and you can�t do that to me, can you? Does it turn you off?�
The provocative tone of the woman fuelled the
desire to fight of the small youkai; she backed up a little and smiled at
Kitana before dashing forward, all claws ready to strike.
�We�ll see if I can�t make you bleed!�
Kitana returned the smile; the youkai had taken
the bait and her emotions were now flooding her senses, adding a twist to the
sparring that she hadn�t experienced for a long time. Aggressive sadistic
females were worthy opponents most of the time, and she loved feeling the
unbridled lust of the fighter wash over her. She wasn�t one to take pleasure
while fighting, but indulging in the feelings of others and allowing their
sensations to merge with hers from time to time was a treat that she couldn�t
reject. The experience would be interesting.
Attacks started to rain on her anew, but this
time she was not a passive target. Tense muscles came into play and she leapt
in the air, effectively avoiding and dodging many of Sai�s swipes. Not once did
she try to fight back though; staying out of the range of Sai�s attacks was her
resolve.
Contrarily to what one would have thought
considering Sai�s performance with the bull and the sensations she got when her
claws or knives tore his flesh apart, the strategy was effective;
paradoxically, each time one of her attacks met with air, Sai�s pleasure
increased. It was clear that the little slip of a woman did not meet such
challenges on a regular basis, and unleashing her full range of offensive moves
without having to think about defending herself was extremely pleasant to her.
Kitana knew that men surely did not like to fight her; men usually get angry
when their blood is drawn and charge with all their might, forcing their
opponent to assume a defensive position. Fighting was obviously an intensely
enjoyable hobby to Sai and the black-skinned female wanted to help her reach
new heights of pleasure.
Suddenly though, her fun was cut short as the
very tip of a razor sharp claw made contact with Kitana�s left cheek. Her skin,
unprotected by the armor that covered her body, tail and limbs, broke under the
strike and her yellow acidic blood escaped, pressurized, coating the offending
finger.
The scream of pain of the marten was heard by
everyone around, and the acclamations of the crowd only grew louder. Kitana, on
the other hand, was not pleased by the outcome; knowing too well that her blood
would ate away at any matter it would find, especially living flesh and up to
the wrist if it could, she grabbed Sai�s arm and brought the wounded appendage
inside her mouth, coating in with saliva and sucking at it, trying to remove
all traces of acid. The small cut on her cheek was already mending itself, and
one would wonder how such a seemingly insignificant wound would create such a
commotion.
Sai did not intend to let her act that way
though, and in a panic she started to push and strike at her mindlessly, trying
to disengage from the contact. Kitana wouldn�t let her go; she could feel the flesh
of the finger dissolving in her mouth and if her salvaging tentative did not
work, she would have to cut it to stop the advance of the corrosive blood. It
was not the best moment to fight against the owner of the said finger, and so,
almost sighing, she caught the other arm of the girl and ensnared her legs with
her tail, effectively trapping her in her grip.
The screaming youkai was not submissive to her
generous efforts to help her though, and she started trashing and jumping, her
feet still touching the ground. Loosing her balance, Kitana fell to the ground
beside the girl and they rolled on the ground, both of them now covered from
head to toes in the clotted blood from the previous battles.
Irked by the mess in which she was now in, she took
a firm grip on Sai�s forearm and broth it to the young youkai eyes, while she
held her other arm firmly against the ground by her side, rolling the youkai on
her back. She looked at the marten angrily.
�You will stop that, Sai. I�m trying to help,
don�t you see? Your finger will be fine; the bone is intact even if there is
not much flesh left on it. Be happy that you did not loose it, nor your hand or
your arm. My blood is not meant to be spilled.�
Upon hearing these words, the girl stopped
fighting altogether; her face turned very pale, making her markings come out
even more strikingly, and she whispered in an eerie tone.
�I� did not know��
Kitana relaxed her grip over her and cocked her
head to the side.
�Of course you did not know; I did not intend
to let you cut me, I was caught unaware. But now you do. I will expect a
greater respect for my skin in the future.�
As she was about to rise, Kitana sensed a
change in the atmosphere. The crowd had grown totally silent, and looking up
she saw that they were not even looking at the fight anymore, even turning
their backs to them. Confusion filled her, and then was replaced by irritation and
anger as a white form joined them on the ring.
Half-lidded golden eyes met with her astonished
black and gold ones.
�You will cease that immediately.�
The tone of voice was cold enough to make her
shiver; the utter boredom contained in these few words, combined with the strength
in which they were spoken, let no place for misinterpretation for anyone who
knew Sesshomaru; those who would not obey would die.
--
After he took the decision to meet with his
mother, Sesshomaru�s day had only gone from bad to worse. After he let Kitana,
he visited the entire compound in search for the captain of the guards, who was
once serving under his father, and thus supposedly loyal to his son. To his
annoyance, he only found out that the youkai had been dismissed of his function
a century ago, and sent as the commandant of a garrison at the border with the
Eastern territories. His mother had also taken great care to replace every
competent youkai of the place by corrupted fools who would act as her eyes and
ears if need be. To his dismay, his search for someone trustable with knowledge
of the fortress inner workings had yielded no results.
Then as the hour passed, his emotional link
with Kitana started to convey him highly unwanted and unwelcomed feelings of
lust, distracting him from the task at end. When a wave of desire hit him as he
was following a common soldier to the quarters of the current captain of the
guards, and the soldier, a dog himself, turned around to identify the source of
the sexual pheromones he was smelling, he decided it was enough. The smile and
subtle wink that the now aroused soldier sent his way pushed him over the edge;
in an instant poison flowed to his claws and was injected in the guard�s flesh,
neatly separating his head from his torso. With a disgusted face, he let more
poison drip onto the corpse, until he realized that no matter how much he
destroyed the offensive man, he would still have to deal with the source of
this predicament.
Finally when he stormed in the courtyard in
search of the cause of this nightmare, he smelled the typical acidic stench of her
blood and he sped up. As he reached for the origin of the smell, which came
from the dojo, he was faced with a crowd of stupid males cheering over two
females fighting in a large puddle of blood; one of them being no other than
his companion. As he approached, he noticed that Kitana was sucking upon one of
the struggling female�s fingers, eliciting a concert of cheers, clapping and
acclamations from the crowd.
As he was about to leap on the ring to stop
this ridiculous display, they somehow rolled together on the floor, covering
themselves in blood and then stilled. The subdued tone of Kitana�s voice
reached his ears, but her words were drowned in the sounds emitted by the
excited soldiers. His youki flowed from him under his ire, making the last rows
of the crowd, then the first ones, turn around to identify the owner of this
release of power. Not loosing his time with them, even though he would have
loved to gut them all for having witnessed what was going on in the ring, he
simply jumped over them all and landed silently beside the now still females.
�You will cease that immediately,� he said as
he finally reached Kitana, his anger flooding both of their minds.
She slowly rose to her feet, helping Sai to do
so as well, but the woman would not comply; instead, she kneeled on the ground,
her head bent low in submission, only fuelling her opponent�s ire. As she struggled
then gave up, the taiyoukai�s voice reached her again.
�You are filthy; you were supposed to wait for
This Sesshomaru, not engage yourself in such a degrading activity. I expect you
to clean yourself and join me; we have much to discuss.�
On these words, he turned around to leave,
knowing Kitana would surely try to retaliate to his scolding, but it was not
her voice that was heard.
�Sesshomaru-sama, please forgive this lowly
youkai for having coaxed Kitana-sama into fighting me; had I known her status I
would never have done that!�
His bland expression denied the fact that he
heard her pleading words, and he did not falter in his steps to answer or even
acknowledge her. What was done was done, and now he had little time left to
move on before the meeting with his mother�s court.
Kitana refrained from speaking her mind in
public; she was no lap dog to Sesshomaru, but she had experience with court
manners and knew how devastating insubordination could be to a Lord�s
reputation. The emotions she could feel from him since they set foot on the
strange castle�s courtyard were very clear: his uneasiness and nervousness told
her that they were in enemy territory, alone, and showing a weakness was not
allowed here.
The crowd around the ring had started to disperse
as soon as Sesshomaru�s presence was noticed, and now everyone was apparently
minding their own business, practicing in small groups of two or three
fighters. By her side, Sai rose to her feet.
�I really am sorry, Kitana-sama; had I known, I
would never have pushed you to fight me.�
The black creature eyed the girl, taking note
of how dirty and ashamed she was. Looking at herself, she saw that she was in a
similar condition and sighed.
�No problem. And please, no honorific title
with me. I�m fed up with this whole Lady thing. Is there a place where I can clean
up?�
�Yes, follow me. There is a place where we can
shower in the barracks; you will see, it is very ingenious!�
The system in question was nothing more than a
large cistern full of rain water, and bamboo pipes that distributed the cold
water to different sections of a large communal room. There were not many
female soldiers on the castle�s grounds, but they had a small corner closed up
just for them and it was there that Sai led Kitana.
While Sai disrobed, Kitana wasted no time and
activated the mechanism to rinse off the crusted blood on her body. The water
was definitely cold and unpleasant, smelling of algae that probably grew in the
sun exposed tank, but she guessed it was better than having to wash from a
bucket, which was the norm for those without access to a river or hot spring.
The now naked form of Sai joined her under the
stream of water, handing her a bar of crude homemade soap intended for the
soldiers� use. As she grabbed the slippery object, she couldn�t help but notice
how muscled the little marten youkai was. No wonder why she was respected
amongst the other soldiers; with a body like that she could put many males to
shame. And entice them as well, for she was well-endowed, a rarity in muscular
females.
She extended a hand toward the youkai.
�Show me your finger.�
The bloody red appendage was terribly maimed
but Kitana�s first impression was exact: the bone had indeed been spared, and
although the claw itself, all the skin and most of the tendons and flesh were
gone, the ligaments that joined the phalanges together were all in place.
�Don�t worry, in a day or two I will be totally
healed.�
�Hn. I was wondering if I should have cut it
instead. It might have been less painful. Would the bone have grown back?�
The marten shook her head.
�No, it wouldn�t. Only amphibian and reptile
youkai can grow back an amputated bone, the others can only heal flesh or mend
broken bones. I am glad that you did not cut it; holding and throwing a knife
would have been awkward without this finger.�
Kitana only nodded, before starting to stroke her
hands and arms with the soap. Beside her, Sai was doing the same, although more
clumsily. It only worsened when the black creature started to scrub her abdomen
and chest, before descending to her legs. It was in part due to her harmed
finger, but most of her clumsiness was secondary to the fact that her eyes were
trained on the wrong soap bar; namely, the one in contact with Kitana�s body
rather than her own.
When she accidentally let go of her soap for the
fifth time, Sai ignored it totally. Kitana was absolutely aware of the
attention she received from the young woman, but thought nothing of it; Sai was
far from being seductive toward her, rather her inexperience was what showed
clearly from her acts. The young marten was mesmerized by her body, her arousal
reaching high levels as the soap travelled between muscled thighs and
underneath a skeletal tail, but she had no clue what she could or wanted to do
about it. And Kitana wasn�t the one to help her, although she was amused by the
antics of the young youkai.
�You keep your clothes on?�
The black creature smirked; the realization
that all this while she had been fantasizing about a clothed woman just came to
Sai.
�Yes; they are particular. Nothing reaches
under them, so I don�t have to take them off to clean.�
With a tentative at what she thought was a seductive
smile, the marten pushed her questioning further.
�Nothing?�
Instantly feeling the return of her lascivious
mood, Kitana smirked again, but she had no more time to waste. Someone
important was waiting for her and couldn�t be delayed.
�Nothing unwanted��
Handing the soap bar to the youkai, Kitana
turned back toward the exit of the room.
�It has been nice to meet you, Sai. See you
around, I guess.�
Her eyes trained on her, Sai bowed to Kitana
departing back.
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