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A/N:
I�m back! ^.^
I had a writer�s block these past few weeks though I
hope that�s gone now so I probably won�t take forever to update. Also, I was a
little sad that I seem to have lost some of my readers because of my bigass hiaitus. But hearing from those
of you who still enjoy this story was a great pick me up :D
�But enough ranting. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Chapter
29 � Nightmare

I,
once upon a time
Carried
a burden inside
I
sung a last goodbye
A
broken rhyme I'd underlined
There's
an ocean of sorrow in you.
-Opeth lyrics
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Inuyasha
ran, as fast as his feet would go, past the dark cold rooms of his old slave
quarters. The rotting wooden floorboards creaked under his feet as he fled and
his heart thumped loudly in his chest at the dank, stale smell all around him,
at the feeling of returning to a place he had thought he had left behind for
good.
�But fast as he was going, there was still warm
air on his neck and the slavers� stinking, alcohol-laden breath. Inuyasha
shuddered, panic clenching in his chest. His feet were too heavy...his pursuers
were closing in.
The
red billowing red sleeve of his fire-rat haori caught in the corner of a
splintered door-frame and Inuyasha stumbled, staring despairingly behind him.
Oily laughter sounded behind him and he could make out leering eyes, lit
sadistically because of alcohol and lust. High, throaty female laughter could
be heard from somewhere, the cheap whores hired by the slavers also getting
themselves as drunk as possible.
There
was a sweaty, beefy hand on his arm and he was spun around roughly. The
stinking drunk man picked him up by the front of his haori and then, it wasn�t
the fiery red fire-rat kimono but tattered grey rags.
A
sake bottle shattered somewhere and Inuyasha jumped, instinctively glancing
over the man�s shoulder.
He
whimpered softly as the vice-like grip on his arm tightened and the man dragged
him off towards the end of the hall�
�he
was watching from a distance as he was dragged in the midst of the man and his
buddies. There was an iron hold on his arm and his captor threw him down in the
centre of the room. The slavers and their whores glanced at him amusedly as
mild entertainment.
A
drunk slaver waddled over to him, sake cup in hand and
before the hanyou�s frightened eyes, dropped it to the floor. The crude cup
broken into pieces and the man slowly picked up one of the pieces, holding it
up for the others to see, saying something that Inuyasha watching from above
could not understand but which nevertheless frightened the slumped grey figure
on the floor.
The
sound of clothes shredding was loud in the night and Inuyasha cried put,
staring in fear at the sharp object in his tormentor�s hand. Two more men came
forward to hold his arms in place while the other placed the sharp fragment
against his open back and made a thin cut, carefully drawing a lewd shape on
the hanyou�s unprotected back.
The
whores laughed and then marvelled as the wound began to heal because of his
demon blood.
There
were shrill voices once more and again the man descended. However, the alcohol
made him unsteady and he slumped forward, pushing the piece in deeper than he
had intended. Blood spurted from his back and Inuyasha screamed �
Strong arms came up to envelope the screaming hanyou
and Inuyasha opened terrified eyes, straining against the grip that held him
fast.
�Inuyasha,� a familiar deep voice whispered, pulling
him flush against a hard chest, warm breath tickling his ears.
�You are fine, puppy. It was only a dream,� the
demon Lord murmured.
Inuyasha breathed hard, still smelling the
suffocating scent of alcohol and sweat. He could almost feel splinters digging
into his feet as he ran on the old rotten wooden floors.
But Inuyasha blinked his eyes rapidly and all he
could see was beautiful palace walls. The surface under him was soft , not hard and cold. He was still in his Master�s
chambers. He was not back with the slavers.
Relief surged through his body and Inuyasha sagged, clinging
to his Master, allowing the reassuring arms around him to keep him upright.
With sharp, short breaths, the hanyou took in the familiar, calming scent of
his youkai master. The skin Inuyasha�s nose was touching, was warm and
deceptively soft and clutching at him with weak hands, Inuyasha allowed the
sensations to slowly replace the horror of the nightmare.
Sesshoumaru frowned as the snowy head burrowed in
his chest. His pet�s cries of distress had awakened him from slumber. Though
his first instinct had been to skewer whatever had been audacious enough to
disturb his sleep, the scent of his frightened puppy sounded warning alarms in
his head and within seconds, he was alert, poised to destroy whatever it was
that had threatened his property.
But a quick examination revealed that there was no
one else in the room besides the two of them and Inuyasha seemed to be
screaming in his sleep. The puppy was drenched in sweat, his entire body tensed
as if in battle. The boy had curled in on himself as if trying to shield
himself from attack, arms wrapped around his own torso, holding himself. The
hanyou had looked so heartbreakingly pathetic and vulnerable that it had taken
no thought on Sesshoumaru�s part to hold the sobbing puppy tightly to himself and offer the comfort and protection he so obviously
required.
�And now,
slumped limply in his embrace, Inuyasha began to cry, clinging to him with
trembling arms as though Inuyasha was afraid he would disappear if he let
go.� Sesshoumaru frowned thunderously,
tightening his grip on the small boy. This just would not do.
Inuyasha did not object as he was effortlessly
lifted and deposited in the demon Lord�s lap. Sesshoumaru propped one knee up
to help support his slave�s back against it and held him as, with a huge shuddering
breath, anguish wracked through his body all over again.
It had been a long time since Inuyasha had even
thought about his time with the slavers.�
This particular incident had occurred long, long ago. Long enough that
even the deep scar on his back had also healed completely. It had also been a
long time since he had had a nightmare so frightening. In fact, he could
remember no more than one or two occasions on which he had woken up screaming
from a nightmare when he was with the slavers; then, being comforted for his
fears had not been an potion. His captors would have
punished him for disrupting their sleep. Even those rare times when he had
woken up screaming, he had been quick to muffle his sobs in a pillow as soon as
he awakened.
Maybe the nightmare had been his mind�s way of
letting him know what awaited him when he carried out his plan of sneaking out
of the castle before the sun set on the night of the new moon. He had thought
that he was strong enough to face the consequences to spare his master the
humiliation of having to hide a human slave in his chambers but now, shaking
with the onslaught of sensations he had almost forgotten, he was not so sure.
Was he really strong enough to go out into that world alone, without his
master? The dream had brought back memories of the fear and the dread that he
had lived with since childhood. Now that he was away from it, Inuyasha wondered
how he had survived the experiences without going insane.
He took a huge, shaky breath and the scent of
alcohol and the cheap perfume of whores assaulted his nose. Inuyasha felt like
he could throw up; the memory of the slavers� touch was repulsive. The dream
had been based in reality but there was one major difference. The old Inuyasha
had not run; he remembered he had never ever tried to run from his captors
after the first few times that they had broken his legs. Besides, he had had
nowhere to run to.
But Sesshoumaru-sama�s
scent and powerful aura were all around him now and there were no harsh
whispered comments. Inuyasha felt the demon Lord�s powerful , steady heartbeat
next to his ear, felt the weight of his Master�s collar around his throat, felt
long clawed fingers gently smoothing back his flickering ears and his fear
subsided.
Sesshoumaru held him quietly as Inuyasha�s sobs
calmed down to occasional hiccups. The terror from the nightmare had been very
real to the hanyou; his scent was still spiked with the fear and adrenaline and
the puppy was still trembling. But he was slowly calming, breathing more
evenly. The tiny hands on his arms, that had been deathly cold and clammy a
minute ago were slowing getting warmer.
The fear from the dream was passing but the hanyou�s
emotions were off kilter, so close to the new moon. Inuyasha�s human blood
warred with his demon blood. A youkai had strict control of his emotions; a few
seconds were all that youkai required to get a handle on their feelings. Even
hanyou recovered their poise quickly and got their emotions under check; it was
necessary for their survival that they be ruled by their brains and not feeble
fleeting passions.
But the new moon night was close, and it seemed like
Inuyasha�s human blood was winning. Even as he tried to breathe deeply to
control himself, the remnants of the fear and despair and loneliness surged up
like an unstoppable tide and, to Inuyasha�s horror, he felt tears pricking his
eyes again.
The demon Lord watched as the snowy head unglued
itself from his chest and teary golden eyes looked up at him. Those eyes had
been wide and haunted a little while ago but that look was gone now; in its
place was his usual adorable-puppy look. But he watched curiously as tears once
again brimmed in his eyes even as the puppy�s cheeks dusted pink and he looked
away. It seemed the hanyou was unable to control them and was therefore
embarrassed.
Unhooking an arm from around the pet, Sesshoumaru
extended one finger and caught a glistening teardrop on his finger.� Inuyasha blushed and looked away when it was
held in front of his eyes.
�Had I known you look so delectable when you cry,�
Sesshoumaru murmured, watching the shy pup intently, �I would have made you cry
myself.�
Inuyasha�s eyes widened, detecting the spark of
mischief in cold golden eyes. �D-delectable?� he asked hesitantly, not sure he
had understood him right. Was Sesshoumaru-sama saying
he looked good crying? Who had ever heard of a person looking good crying? Was
Sesshoumaru-sama making fun of him?
Fresh tears sprung to his eyes at the thought It was probably the demon Lord�s way of saying he looked unkempt.
With a wince, Inuyasha remembered that he was covered in sweat and his face was
sticky from the tears. . Clenching his fingers in his yukata,
Inuyasha brought two fists up to his face and began to scrub away the remnants
of his tears. He did not want to look dirty and sticky in front of Sesshoumaru-sama.
Striped wrists pinned his arms away from his face.
�You should not be so rough on yourself,�
Sesshoumaru said. The hanyou really was adorable, face flushed and hair tousled
from crying and burrowing into him. The rubbing had done no good except to make
his face even redder than it was before and one of his puppy ears was flopping
down, looking as dejected as the hanyou himself.
�I-I�m sorry,� Inuyasha whimpered, trying to get
himself together but his human blood was fighting for control today and it
refused to listen to pride or reason. All he knew was that he was frightened
and lonely and now depressed because his master thought he looked horrible.
�Baka koinu,�
Sesshoumaru replied. One huge palm cupped his face gently and a clawed thumb
brushed his tears away. The hanyou gasped as soft lips descended on his. He
struggled to pull away, face burning red at the thought that Sesshoumaru-sama was kissing him in such a state. But his wrists were
still pinned above his head and he was still in his Master�s lap, so his
movement was very restricted. All he could do was wiggle and squirm in his
grasp.
He froze when he heard a deep chuckle from above.
Still teary eyes tried to glare up at the youkai holding him captive;
Sesshoumaru-sama was laughing at him.
Then the demon Lord leaned over him and forced
Inuyasha to fall back on his Master�s knee and tip his head back to look at
him. The demon Lord�s free hand found its way inside Inuyasha�s hakama and the hanyou bucked helplessly against him.
He could feel Sesshoumaru smirk against his lips;
the demon Lord thrust his tongue in Inuyasha�s protesting mouth, forcing the
pet to yield to him. A hand that was far too talented for Inuyasha�s good
pumped his half-hard cock slowly, and Inuyasha moaned, finally giving in to his
master�s will.
When Sesshoumaru broke the kiss, Inuyasha looked
adorably flushed and thoroughly ravaged. The demon Lord smiled contentedly,
absently caressing the boy�s dick in his hand. Inuyasha whimpered, looking up
pleadingly at his Master.
Sesshoumaru stared down intently at his prey. The
tip of a razor-sharp claw brushed slowly over the tip of the little hanyou�s
leaking arousal. Inuyasha stared, hypnotized at the predatory gaze levelled at
him. Images flashed before his eyes, of those claws tearing hardened youkai
flesh as easily as paper. Those same claws were now on his most vulnerable
part; it would take no effort to tear his cock right off if that was what his
master wanted, and there was nothing Inuyasha could do about it.
The thought sent a shiver of arousal down his spine
and the hanyou bucked unexpectedly. The claw at such a perilous place sliced a
small wound in the flesh and Inuyasha screamed, the stinging pain on his cock
arousing him beyond belief.
There was a rumbling growl from the demon Lord above
him and the hand around his cock tightened.
�Cum for me,� Sesshoumaru ordered, and Inuyasha
convulsed with his release, shuddering helplessly on the demon Lord�s lap. He
had never before cum as hard as he did then. The wound on his cock throbbed
dully and Inuyasha whimpered, clinging desperately to his Master, clenching his
fingers in his haori.
Then cloth was ripped out of his still weak hands as
he was thrown down roughly on the bed. The hanyou was still breathing heavily
from being ravaged; blinking rapidly, he looked around and tried to sit up.
�Down, puppy,� came a deep
order and Inuyasha froze, body obeying his Master�s order before his mind had
properly registered it.
Thin, trembling thighs were pulled apart roughly and
Inuyasha�s eyes widened as a wet, rough tongue swiped over the wound on his
cock. Pleasure like he had never felt before passed through his body like an
electric current and Inuyasha threw his head back and moaned.
Sesshoumaru-sama�Sesshoumaru-sama was lowering himself to taste his disgusting arousal.
The hanyou began to thrash, attempting to wriggle out of his master�s grasp.
But an implacable grip on his thighs kept him in place. Claws pricked 10
miniscule holes on his legs threateningly and Inuyasha whimpered, staring
helplessly at the top of his Master�s head between his legs.
Sesshoumaru smirked to himself, making sure his poor
nervous puppy could not see his face. It was not his first time doing this;
there were precious few debauch acts that he had not tried in his time. But
never had any guy reacted to it the way his puppy was doing now. The poor thing
was shivering like a leaf in the wind. He enjoyed the soft flesh trembling at
his every touch, looking at him as if he would faint any moment.
He raised his head up, holding the puppy�s
frightened gaze and lazily swiped his tongue over the hanyou�s cock which was
once again hard under his attentions. Sesshoumaru wanted to laugh; the poor boy
looked like he would have liked to be swallowed whole by the ground.
�S-Sesshoumaru-sama,�
Inuyasha whimpered, and the demon Lord smiled slowly. The hands on Inuyasha�s
hips pulled him forward and the hanyou screamed as his dick was encased in a
hot, oven like heat. Never, in his wildest dreams, had he imagined that it
could feel like this. The demon Lord�s tongue played with the cock in his
mouth, making the hanyou tremble.
Inuyasha felt lethal fangs graze over the sides of
his arousal and he shut his eyes, feeling small and weak and inadequate in his
Master�s mouth. Sesshoumaru-sama�s tongue rolled
lazily over his cock and Inuyasha moaned. He couldn�t do anything else. Though
his body�s instinct was to buck into the warm heat surrounding his arousal,
Sesshoumaru-sama�s hands kept him immobile. And his
master�s tongue on his cock did not feel like it was attempting to give him
pleasure; instead, Inuyasha felt like he was being played with. His cock was
small in his Master�s mouth, smaller by far than the strong tongue that was
playing with it. And while each touch to his cock made him ache with pleasure,
there was an almost careless quality to the act that somehow made it all the
more exciting.
�M-master,� Inuyasha gasped, hands clenching in the
sheets at his side.
The demon Lord hummed softly, sending vibrations
through his entire being and Inuyasha screamed.

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The entire Western Castle saw change following the arrival
of Naraku in the kingdom.
Security was
strengthened at the borders and the military trained harder than ever before.
Inu no Taisho and Lady Tsukiko were both present at court each day and the
progress in the troops� training was reported directly to them. Anyone found to
be slacking off or cutting corners with their job was punished severely and
publicly. Announcements were made as to the nature of the emergency and the
necessity of being cautious.
That was how
Sesshoumaru found himself leaving his ravaged, adorable pet in bed and heading
for a training session with a section of foot soldiers. He would have liked
nothing better than to spend the morning with his hanyou slave but the Lord and
Lady of the Western Lands had ordered that he be present to oversee the
training of his particular batch and in times like these, the sovereigns�
orders had to be obeyed.
Apparently, this
particular batch consisted of the �veterans�, soldiers who had earned their
place long ago and were now too arrogant to listen to the trainers. The
trainers were sometimes newcomers, younger demons who had been promoted through
the ranks due to merit. But their disadvantage was that they were inexperienced
in dealing with such matters and were therefore forced to complain of the
insubordination to the Lord and Lady of the land.
It was vital that all
guards and soldiers were up to date on new weapons, techniques and battle
formations and since the trainers had proved incapable of reigning in the
miscreants, Sesshoumaru had been appointed to�put the point across.
The demon Lord walked
leisurely onto the grounds where the batches of soldiers and guards had
gathered together. Talking and laughter ceased as the demon Lord entered. Even
the most arrogant amongst them were wary of the prince of the Western Lands.
Most of them had seen the demon Lord in battle and were not anxious to incur
his wrath.
With a quiet command,
Sesshoumaru called them to order. The soldiers took their positions and stood
alert, waiting for further commands.
Sesshoumaru allowed his
gaze to slowly sweep over each and every person present. He could smell
aggression and tension in the air, but there was also defiance and nervousness.
These soldiers were divided; the unity and discipline to work as a unit was
missing, a flaw which could prove fatal during battle. People who fought
together against a powerful enemy needed to trust each other absolutely. If
that trust was missing, the soldiers could put their own as well as everyone
else�s lives in danger.
Without comment,
Sesshoumaru ordered them to begin some basic training exercises. It soon became
apparent that these men were out of practice, even when it came to the most
basic routines. The demon Lord�s eyes hardened.
�Pathetic,� he said.
Though his voice had
been barely above a whisper, every person on the field heard him. The hum of
aggression in the air heightened and the soldiers tensed.
�Is this all you vermin
are capable of?�
Fists tightened on
weapons and the tension in the air increased. Sesshoumaru once again swept his
gaze over the soldiers, meeting and holding each person�s eyes. The men glared,
shaking with anger. They had not been spoken to like this they first made their
bones in the army. The humiliation stung, but they were not quite brave enough to
back-answer their prince.
Sesshoumaru ordered
them to perform some more exercises. These were more rigorous, pushing even the
hardened soldiers to their limits and beyond. The midday sun, which they had
paid no mind to so far, began to take its toll. Soon, every man had sweat
dripping from his brow. Their breaths came in harsh pants but after the way the
demon Lord had insulted them, they felt it was a point of pride to not show any
weakness, to not give in and admit that he had been right.
Sesshoumaru watched
them silently, walking amongst them, impassive as ever in the face of their
growing agony.
Not long after, a man
fell, collapsing on the ground with a curse. He raised his head, panting, to
see Sesshoumaru�s silk-clad legs in front of him.
�Weak,� the demon Lord
told him.
The man, a high ranking
soldier with a well-built body and numerous scars, clenched his fist and looked
up at the demon Lord. Sesshoumaru held his gaze easily.
�Continue,� Sesshoumaru
ordered.
Jaw clenched, the man
looked away at the ground.
�Can�t,� he gritted
out, then sat up with difficulty, blood boiling.
Soldiers around him
fell back with cries as the prince�s whip unfolded and struck out at the fallen
man. The soldier screamed.
The other men who had
broken ranks and scrambled away at the sight of the whip were also subjected to
a similar punishment. Flesh burning with poison, the men looked up at the demon
Lord in terror.
�Get back to your
places and continue your training,� Sesshoumaru ordered them quietly.
The soldier who had
been hit the hardest, stayed where he was. The whip had landed on his back and
arm. The man glanced down, horrified at the sizzling wound. The men around were
also shocked. They murmured among themselves, throwing furtive glances at their
new commander.
Though he could easily
hear what the men said, Sesshoumaru turned towards them.
�Do you worms have
something to say to me?�
The soldiers fidgeted
under his intense gaze. One of them hesitantly began.
�Your majesty, h-he�s
injured��
Sesshoumaru settled his
gaze on him and raised an eyebrow. �And?�
The man trembled,
swallowing nervously. His mouth opened but no words came out. He closed his
mouth and lowered his head, looking away.
Sesshoumaru turned his
eyes back on the men he had whipped.
�You dare call
yourselves warriors when you give up after a mere wound?�
The words, though
softly spoken, made the men flinch. Eyes as powerful as the sun above, burned
into theirs.
�You may as well decide
to beg for mercy when the castle is threatened. Perhaps Naraku will look at
your pitiful faces and spare your worthless lives.�
Lord Sesshoumaru raised
a hand indolently; the whip glowing with poison unfurled swiftly and snapped on
the hard ground.
�I, however, cannot
promise to be as merciful.�
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In another part of the
castle, Kouga was finding it difficult to keep his promise of not laying a hand
on the Inuyasha.
It was surprisingly
difficult to not pick him up and put him in chains in Sesshoumaru�s chambers
till the asshole came back and took care of the puppy.
One of the consequences
of the fortification of the castle, was that more
ammunition was stocked up. The ammunition was delivered from smiths across the
kingdom, since most of it was made of metal, usually iron. It was taken to the
castle in carts drawn by lower level demons. The job of unloading the carts was
usually done by physically strong demons and therefore, the goods were packed
in huge sacks, to make the process of carrying them faster.
Kouga was given the job
of supervising the move; it was important to make sure that things did not fall
into the wrong hands. And here was where he had found Inuyasha. When he had
returned from running some other errands, he had found the hanyou in the chain
of demons carrying the goods off the truck and to the warehouses.
Kouga fumed. The sacks
were heavy even for full-blooded demons and Inuyasha was a scrawny,
half-starved hanyou brat. His first thought had been to demand how the foreman
dared to make the prince�s slave do such back-breaking work. But the foreman �
a moderately powerful bull youkai � had hastily assured him, that it was the
hanyou who had come to him and begged to be allowed to do the work. The foreman
had been about to refuse but then he thought of how that might be perceived as
discriminating against a hanyou and he admitted he had not had the nerve to
face Sesshoumaru-sama for that crime.
The wolf-demon ran a
frustrated hand through his deceptively coarse-looking long hair. When he�d
tried to make the hanyou leave the thing off, Inuyasha had looked up at him
with such a dark, desolate look in his eyes, that Kouga had reluctantly allowed
him to do the work. There was obviously something wrong; he had never seen that
look in Inuyasha�s eyes. Heavy as the sack of ammunitions was, Kouga knew it
was the lesser of two burdens.
Inuyasha, on the other
hand, barely felt the pain as his entire body shuddered under the weight of the
immense load he was carrying. The task of concentrating on not dropping it was
soothing�it allowed him to plan what was necessary for him to do that night.
Sesshoumaru-sama had asked Kouga-sama
to keep an eye on him. As difficult as it was going to be to escape under the
eyes of the sharp wolf prince, it would have been even more difficult if it had
been Sesshoumaru-sama in the place of the wolf demon.
The day was passing too
quickly and yet, at the same time, all too slowly.
When Inuyasha had woken
up, Sesshoumaru was already long gone. The hanyou had sat up unsteadily, body
pleasantly sore from the gut wrenching orgasms. He was still naked and
embarrassingly sticky and his face was dirty from tears and sweat. His still
sleepy mind registered that he needed a bath and he�d gotten out of bed with
that in mind.
It had become apparent
as soon as his legs touched the floor that he had about as much strength as wet
noodles. It had taken some time to wobble to the bath but as soon as he was
under that spray of water, the reality of the situation had hit him; he had to
leave the palace tonight on this most vulnerable of nights.
The thought made his
legs waver and he had to sit down on the floor of the bath. It made his chest
ache to think that Sesshoumaru-sama would not be
there to protect him this time. Even after he came back from the bath, the
thought swirled in his head, making it impossible to sit still as he usually
did while waiting for Sesshoumaru-sama.
That was why he had
headed out of Sesshoumaru-sama�s chambers, intending
to head for the gardens where Sesshoumaru-sama had
given him permission to go during the day. It was only by chance that he had
come upon the men working at the carts. The sight only made him feel worse.
These men were working so hard for their master during the crisis and here he
was, whiling his time away.
He was about to disobey
his Master, disobey Sesshoumaru-sama
who had done so much for him. He had been a slave all his life and he could not
even do that well. Truly well-behaved slaves never went against their Master�s
orders. It was not their job to think; only do as they had been commanded.
Inuyasha flinched at
the memory and the sack he was carrying in his arms slipped ominously from his
hands. Inuyasha quickly shoved those dangerous thoughts away and concentrated
on getting delivering the goods that he was supposed to.
That was what the
slavers had always taught him; do only what you�re told and don�t hurt your
brain thinking. They had also told him how he had never been a very good slave.
No matter what they did, they could not mould him into a good slave. He had
never been good at learning anything, so here he was; weak, dirty-blooded and
completely useless to everyone.
But he would not give
in to his weakness this time. In this time of crisis, he would not be the added
burden that undermined his Master�s authority. If the soldiers and the people
of the kingdom came to know he had harboured a human pet in his chambers, he
would surely be a laughing stock. This way, the others would deduce that the
demon Lord had kicked him out for his weakness, though Sesshoumaru-sama was too kind to really do that. Kindness was often
perceived as weakness and Inuyasha would not make his master�s weakness.
�Inuyasha,� Kouga said
hesitantly, breaking into his thoughts, �there are men here paid to do that,�
Kouga said, barely restraining himself from taking the giant load from the
boy�s arms.
�P-please, Kouga-sama,� Inuyasha panted, voice hoarse from the strain on his
body. �I-I have nothing else to do. I may as well be of s-some use��
The tension, the
anticipation of the coming night was excruciating; it almost made him wish the
day would just hurry up and end so the dreaded night would finally come.
Yet, at the same time,
even a passing thought of how he was going to spend his human night alone in
the wild made Inuyasha break out in cold sweat.
The wolf prince glanced
silently at the south entrance for the hundredth time that day. It didn�t help
that Sesshoumaru was busy bullying some weak-ass guards. If there was anyone
who could jar the kid out of his misery, and make him see
sense, it was the boy�s master. Kouga was sure Sesshoumaru would have his head
for allowing the puppy to hurt himself like this but there was nothing for it.
There was something bothering the brat and only Sesshoumaru would be able to
get the kid to blurt out whatever was going on in his mind.
Worriedly, he turned
his attention back to Inuyasha.
In the meantime, it was
up to him to keep the kid from dying of exhaustion.
Years
ago, in a small deserted village at the fringes of what would soon be claimed
by Inu no Taisho as the Western Lands, a pyre was lit for a priestess. She
carried a sparkling jewel in a chain between her fingers held in the
traditional triangular position.
The
entire village turned up to mourn for the young, heartbreakingly beautiful
powerful young priestess whose heart had been filled with kindness and
compassion for all mortals, except youkai who sought to harm others. The young
woman, barely out of girlhood, had shouldered a great burden -� a weight too heavy for anyone�s
shoulders - and it had led to her early demise.
A
small girl, hardly 7 or 8 years old with an eyepatch
over one eye watched the pyre burn with tears flowing freely over her cheeks
and fists clenched at her side. Even at the young age, it was apparent that her
beauty was nowhere near her elder sister�s whose body was now burning to ashes
on her funeral pyre.
�Kaede,� someone whispered from the crowd, placing a hand on
her shoulder, gently trying to stir her away from the scene. But the girl
watched unblinking, letting the fire burn away all compassion, all weakness for
the despicable youkai that took her onee-chan�s life.
8 year old Kaede watched her dreams of family and
children and companionship burn away with the flames rising to the sky.
Somewhere
in the darkness of the adjoining forest, ruby-red eyes watched the scene, the
body of the young woman who had tended to him with such compassion�and the
young girl who would be so like her sister when she grew up, except for her
sister�s compassion�without her sister�s weakness.
The
face, still wrapped in bandages watched young Kaede�s
anguish, the fire reflected in her eyes, the bitterness that would remain with
her till the end of her days�and smiled.
Now, an old, hunched over woman in the garb of a
priestess with an eyepatch over one eye hobbled
resolutely towards the castle of the Lord and Lady of the Western Lands.
�``o�
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