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Seeds of Doubt
By : RaptorChicky
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Summary:
Screw it; this isn�t AU, its canon, with some minor tweaking. :P Beyond that, nothing�s changed.
Disclaimer: Damn,
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Seeds of Doubt
Chapter 3
He was alive�the burning ache within his chest and
his skull was proof of that. Groaning,
he brought his hands up to temples to massage them. His hand froze when his fingers brushed
against the cloth pressed against his right temple. Taking his hand away, he could detect the
faint scent of blood on his fingers, though he couldn�t see any. He stopped again to examine his hand�two
crimson stripes elegantly arched from his inner arm, over the outside of his
wrist, and up onto the back of his hand.
Bringing his left hand into view, he saw that appendage had stripes as
well. They didn�t appear to be injuries,
carscars, or even painted on�they were completely natural markings, though part
of him felt that the stripes shouldn�t be there. He briefly wondered if he stripes anywhere
else. His thoughts came back to the
bandage on his temple. He flinched when
he furthered his inspections. I got hurt.
When did that happen? And how? He tried to remember, but was disturbed when
he couldn�t and he grew more troubled when he discovered that he couldn�t
remember anything. So troubled
that he panicked.
Heart racing, he jerked upright, flinging the light
covers off of him, only to yelp in pain and wrap his arms around his screaming
ribs.
A strong hand rested lightly on his hunched
shoulder. �Inuyasha��
He fled aed away, staring at the dark eyed, dark
haired man. �Where�?�
�It�s alright, Inuyasha-sama. You�re safe here.� The man�s hand took him by the shoulder again
and gently pushed him back down onto the futon.
�You�ve been injured and you need to rest.�
�But I��
Another hand brushed over his troubled golden eyes,
forcing them to close. �Rest, Inuyasha-sama, rest,� the man ordered quietly.
Reluctantly, he did relax, letting his heart rate
return to a calmer pace. Rest did sound
like a good idea� And he did know one
thing about himself�his name.
Inuyasha.
It just sounded�right.

Naraku chuckled to himself when Inuyasha�s breathing
indicated that he�d fallen back asleep.
This was one ruse that he was looking forward to�pretending to care
about someone�s well-being and having that someone put their trust in him was
always a kick for him. He�d enjoyed
playing nursemaid for the taiji-ya, wringing as much cruel irony out of the
situation as possible. But this new
situation promised to be even more interesting; if all things worked out,
Inuyasha would be working for him, never realizing that Naraku was the one
youkai he wanted dead until it was too late.
He wondered what Inuyasha�s reaction would be to the
idea that the hanyou�s wish for full demonhood had been granted by his greatest
enemy. More irony for Na to to chuckle
at. Inuyasha the inu-hanyou no longer
existed, replaced by Inuyasha the inu-youkai, all thanks to the generous
gift of a Shikon shard. The young demon
had stirred and moaned when Naraku placed the shard in his brow and the Jewel�s
magic did its thing, but Inuyasha remained blissfully unaware as his human blood
was fully suppressed and he was physically transformed into a true
demon�thankfully, not the wild youkai that had slaughtered Goshinki months ago.
And there were no worries about the Tetsusaiga
rejecting a youkai Inuyasha�the crystal embedded in the hilt let Naraku do just
about whatever he felt like doing to Inuyasha and the sword, and that included
dropping the barrier spell just enough so only he and Inuyasha could touch the
sword.
But now was time for something Naraku had been
looking forward to: messing with Inuyasha�s mind from the inside. Closing his eyes, Naraku promptly found
himself within the jumbled maze of doors and halls again�he no longer needed
tactile contact to worm his way into Inuyasha�s mind, all thanks to that
versatile little crystal. Instead of
wandering, like he had done before, Naraku stood patiently at the intersection,
waiting to hear the faint howls and screams, and when he did, he strode purposefully
through the twisting halls, going directly for the locked iron door. Naraku had encountered barricade minds before
and he�d always plowed right through the defenses, but Inuyasha�s barricade
withstood any effort put forth by Naraku to open it. Despite its rusted appearance, the door was stronger
than anything Naraku had run into before.
There is one
thing I haven�t tried yet� And he
was not anticipating its use, either.
�Onigumo.�
Another figure suddenly appeared next to Naraku. He was just as tall as the demon and had a
similar face, but he was dressed in a more slovenly fashion.
�Well, what does the great and powerful youkai,
Naraku, wish of this lowly human?� There
was no subservience in Onigumo�s voice, only taunting sarcasm.
Naraku hated this.
He did not enjoy being reminded that he was not a full youkai and Onigumo�s
human taint would always remain, whether the demon wanted it or not. And the thief was sure to rub it in�he�d done
it before with great relish. �The
locks,� Naraku ordered. �Deal with
them.�
Onigbowebowed deeply at the waist, �Of course. Your wish is my command.� The human thief promptly went to work on the
numerous locks securing the iron door.
Gritting his teeth, Naraku beat down the urge to
purge himself of the human once and for all, knowing full well that without
Onigumo�s presence, he would literally fall apart and cease to exist. The urge to kill gone, he began to imagine
what sort of dark memories Inuyasha hid behind the locked door. I
wonder� Is Kikyo behind that door? Or does he force himself to remember her
every moment, letting his guilt gnaw away at his soul? Naraku rather enjoyed that thought.
There was a heavy clink and the demon looked up in
time to catch sight of the final lock being removed and the thick chains
falling to the floor, scratching and denting the wood panels in spots.
�Ah, what would you do without me?� Onigumo smirked and his head tilted off to
the side slightly, �Oh� Wait��
�Enough.� With
a quick sweeping motion of his hand, Naraku removed Onigumo from his sight and
placed him back in the farthest reaches of his mind, where the human could no
longer taunt him. Now all that stood
between the youkai and his curiosity was a pile of rusty chains and locks and a
very bare iron door.
Stepping over the jumbled heap, Naraku grasped the
door�s handle�the screams and howls seemed to inse ise in volume in
response�and pulled with all his might.
Initially, the door refused to give, fused shut by the thick layer of
rust, but Naraku continued to tug and pull, and soon, the door slowly started
to swing open. The hinges squealed in
protest, not used to being used after such a long time of neglect; Naraku
cringed at the ear-shattering pitch.
Releasing the handle, Naraku forced both hands into the crack he�d
formed and pulled, making the hinges squeal more; when the gap was large
enough, he placed himself between the jam and door and pushed, laying his
shoulder against the metal to maximize his force. After a few grunts of effort, he took a step
back from the iron door.
The door was finally open.
And Naraku found himself surrounded by the stillness
of a crypt.
No more screams of fright, no more enraged
howls. All gone, replaced by the
quietness that fill the rest of Inuyasha�s mind.
A deep frown came to Naraku�s mouth in response to
the sudden change. His frown grew when
he peered into the hallway that the iron door had once barricaded: the walls in
this hall were blank, with no doors and there was a �T� intersection at the
end. Highly intrigued, Naraku stepped
all the way into the passageway, quickly noting how this part of the hanyou�s
mind appeared to be unshaken, as if the door had protected it from any damage.
A smile twitched on Naraku�s lips. Until
now�
He came to a halt at the top of the �T,� his eyes
going wide; the hall to his left looked like a typhoon had hit it�shoji doors
hung off their tracks at odd angles, the walls were punched full of holes or
gouges, and the floors were too. In
areas, there were splotches of dark red and the smell of death and decay hung heavy
in the poorly lit hall. The hall to his
right was the complete opposite: clean, well-lit, inviting even, despite the
toys scattered all over the floor.
Naraku had to wonder at the odd juxtaposition of the two paths.
But which one should he investigate first?
Both held the promise of useful information, so
Naraku mentally flipped a coin and chose o leo left, down the dark hall.
�You shouldn�t go that way.�
He spun at the sound of the small voice, tensing to
defend himself. Naraku relaxed a little
when he saw the speaker: a little inu-hanyou child, no more than 4 or 5 years
old. Looking up at the older demon with
worried gold eyes, �He�ll get mad and he�s mean when he gets mad,� he clutched
the stuffed toy a little closer to his chest.
Before Naraku could ask who �he� was, the little hanyou darted off,
disappearing into a near-by room, sliding the shoji door shut behind him.
Naraku had to stare at the door the child used�that
was Inuyasha? The youkai scowled; the
hanyou had been disgustingly cute. And
it had been the first time he�d been warned not to go somewhere within an
individual�s mind. He threw a glance
over his shoulder at the darkened hall. Now I really need to know what�s down there�
Ignoring the hanyou child�s warning, Naraku headed
straight into the messed-up hallway. He
peeked past the doors that hung at odd angles and could see nothing happening
in the rooms beyond. At the first door
that didn�t appear to be broken, Naraku pushed it open and found his
environment had gone through a sudden change: he was surrounded by dead bodies,
all of them humans, and bandits from the look of it. Turning in place, he saw that there was a
trail of human bodies, with a scattering of horses and all them appeared to
have been ripped to shreds; he barely reacted when he noticed that he was
standing in a pool of fresh blood�one of many that damped the ground in the
area.So, where�s the killer of all these bandits? They were terrified. The expressions they wore were very similar
to the humans he�d killed when their life forces abandoned their bodies.
�Teme��
Spinning around yet again, this time at a low growl,
Naraku was forced to duck as a silver blur came rushing at him and he could
feel the claws of his attacker slipping just past his head. He expected his attacker to be some hideous
demon, but there stood Inuyasha, swathed in his familiar fire-rat robes, but
they were soaked with blood.
�You�re not wanted here,� the hanyou growled out in a
harsh voice. A small gust of wind pushed
the silver hair from his face and Naraku found a pair of blood red eyes glaring
at him. The sharply clawed fingers
cracked loudly and blood dripped freely from his fingertips.
So, this
is Inuyasha when he looses control.
�Get out!�
Naraku took a step back when Inuyasha lunged at him
and slammed the door shut; he jumped back when a clawed hand burst through the
rice paper, reaching for him. There was
a low growl and the hand was withdrawn.>
After that incident, Naraku didn�t bother to inspect
the other rooms�the rean wan was bound to be similar.
Migrating out of the dark hall, the youkai
scowled. This was certainly a day for
firsts: the first time he�d encountered a barren mind, the first time he�d
barely gotten past a mental barricade, the first time he�d been warned, and the
first time he�d been attacked. It just
wasn�t right. With the others, the
�occupants� ignored his presence, letting him go where ever he wanted to go
with no harassment. But Inuyasha�s
mind� Naraku kept finding himself
wandering into new, possibly dangerous, terrain.
Naraku suddenly smiled to himself. Even if things didn�t work out as planned,
the youkai could still look back at the challenges of Inuyasha�s mind and enjoy
the fact that he�d overcome them.
Though he wasn�t sure what challenge was waiting for
him in the brightly lit hall in the front of him; the only threat he could
think of was tripping over the scattered toys.
Stepping out of the shadows and into the light,
Naraku felt a light tugging on his hakama, accompanied by a quiet giggle; he
looked down just in time to catch sight of a small streak of pale silver and
red darting behind him. The tugging came
again, this time on his other leg, and Naraku�s hand shot down and snatched the
culprit before he could run away.
Lifting up the culprit to eye level, Naraku found himself holding
Inuyasha, younger this time, three years old at the most. The pup looked back at him with wide,
innocent eyes, then giggled and grinned, revealing his tiny little fangs.
�D�you wanna play wit me?�
Unbelievable. Naraku responded to the pup�s request by
loosening his grip on the fire-rat haori and letting the three year old
drop. Inuyasha landed ungracefully on
his rear, a high-pitched �Ite!� bursting out of him; he scowled up at the
youkai�even by three, Inuyasha had established his trademark expression�and
scrambled off, disappearing into a room a short distance away from the one the
five year old had used. Now, where do I start�?
He chose the door the three year old had slipped
past�he was interested in what kind of memory Inuyasha retained from so early
in his life. Very rarely did an
individual remember events from before the age of three or four�a self-imposed,
natural amnesia, if you will�so if Inuyasha had a memory from the age of three,
it had to be an important one.
Gently sliding the shoji door open, Naraku�s
environment changed, just like before, but unlike before, his new environment
did not interact with him. The players
in the scene ignored the youkai as he passed through their midsts, wandering
around their �stage.� No longer in the
toy littered hall, Naraku stood in a large, ornate room and from the
furnishings, it was the bedchamber of a very important noble.
Silk curtains of a deep shade of red draped across
the gleaming white walls. Paintings, all
depicting dog demons in their true form, were hung in strategic places. A trio of katanas were sitting in their
display on a low-set, lacquered table across from the door, the light streaming
in through a near-by window illuminating them�Naraku promptly recognized the
Tetsusaiga and Tensaiga, but the third one remained a mystery. The fragrant scent of lilies wafted through
the air and that was no surprise, as most of the scattered vases were filled
with the blooms.
And there, slumped forward in a well-cushioned chair
at the foot of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his long fingers
steepled in front of his face, was Sesshoumaru, but younger, 60, maybe even 70
years younger. The youkai lord sat
motionless, his gold eyes fixed on the couple in front of him.
The human woman would be easily considered a beauty
by both ningen and youkai standards, but at the moment, her beauty was hidden
by a mask of grief as tears continuously fell from her dark violet eyes. The reason for her tears was lying next to
her on the bed, practically hidden by the thick cushions supporting his head
and the silken sheets covering his frame.
It was clear that the silver-haired youkai had been
very powerful at one time, but no more: each breath that he fought for rattled
within his lungs, and his complexion was a wickedly pale hue, which only served
to accentuate the dark shadows under his eyes.
The extent of his injuries was unknown, due to him being so covered up.
�Oh, why did you have to go?� the woman moaned.
�Chichiue had no choice,� Sesshoumaru remarked softly
from his perch. �Ryuokotsusei was a
threat that had to be dealt with and Chichiue was the only one who could do
it.�
Chichiue?
Naraku arched a brow in interest. So, this is the previous Lord of the Western
Lands� And that ryu youkai did
eventually kill him. The spider
demon could finally see where the two dog demon brothers got their
looks�Sesshoumaru�s elegant features must have come from his mother, while
Inuyasha took after his father, with just little bit of his human mother�s
blood to soften the harsh demon angles.
�But why alone?� the woman�Naraku assumed she was Inuyasha�s
mother�continued. �Inutaisho could have
brought the others��
�Those idiots would�ve gotten in the way, Izayoi,�
came a quiet interruption. The dog demon
coughed violently, shaking with each croup, and wiped the blood from his
mouth. �Quiet now, we have a spy�� Looking past the woman, he mustered up a weak
smile, �I know you�re there, Inuyasha.
Come in here.� He laid a hand on
the woman�s knee when she started to protest, silencing her. �Hush, koi.
He should be here. I want to see both
of my sons.� Inutaisho�s son, not much
older than a toddler, peeked out from between the cracked open bedchamber
doors, his ears laid back in hesitation, and then he ran inside and pulled
himself up onto the bed to settle himself next to the taiyoukai.
�Papa, ev�one says you�re goin� �way. D�you have to? You jus� got back,� the little pup asked,
pouting a little.
The inu-youkai rubbed his son�s head, mussing with
the fuzzy ears. �I�m afraid they�re
right, Inuyasha. I do want to stay, but
I really have no say in it��
�NO!� Inuyasha
flung himself at his father, latching onto the youkai�s chest, as if he alone
could prevent him from getting away. �I
don� want you to leave!�
Izayoi tried to pull him off, but her mate stopped
her yet again. �Pup�� he warned gently
before another bout of croups jolted through his body. �Neither one of us can do anything about
this. But there is something you can
do�� He draped one arm over Inuyasha�s
delicate shoulders, holding him close, and started to lightly comb his claws
through the thick silver hair. �If you
keep me here�� he tapped a claw against Inuyasha�s forehead, ��and here�� he
motioned toward Inuyasha�s heart, ��I won�t really leave. Do you understand?�
Tears started to leak into the hanyou�s eyes as he
nodded slowly. He buried his face into
his father�s shoulder. �I still don�
want you to go��
�I know, I know��
Laying his silver head back, Inutaisho closed his eyes. �Mind your ofukuro and take care of
her.� He released a slow sigh and
relaxed into the silken bedding.
The chair Sesshoumaru had been sitting in suddenly
found itself knocked back when the inu-youkai jolted upright. Understanding the reason for Sesshoumaru�s
abrupt move, Izayoi released a high pitched wail of grief and sobbed into her
dead husband�s shoulder as her hair fanned out around her like a raven�s
wing. Inuyasha peered up at his father�s
peaceful face in confusion.
�Papa?� The
pup lightly shook the youkai�s shoulder, but got no response. �Papa??
Papa!�
And so he dies. Naraku had seen enough and left�he now
understood why Inuyasha had a memory from such a young age. His devious little mind immediately set
itself to figuring out how he could utilize this new information. Oh, the
possibilities�

Well over an hour had passed in the real world by the
time Naraku left Inuyasha�s mind and opened his eyes, but it had more than
enough time for him to finish his exploring and�change a few things
around. Getting up to leave, the demon
had to smile, as he was very pleased with himself. Though it would be considered sick and
twisted by just about everyone else, Naraku was honestly having fun with this
plan.

*^*^*^*
MyOwnHappyEnding�I�m glad you�re
enjoying this so far. Your praise makes
me feel warm and fuzzy inside�or maybe its just allergies� -shrugs- Oh, well. And if you�re pitying Kagome ALREADY, oh boy�let�s
just say things are gonna get worse, a lot worse� (I love being evil! :D
bwa-hahahahaahahaha)

nekoinu�Hey, now� There�s nothing wrong with being unstable,
just as long as you don�t let the authorities catch you doing unstable
things. You get to meet nice men in
white jackets if you do and I don�t want to loose a reader!

Golden� :D

KEY�Thanks! So, uh, what other amnesia fics have you
read? The one good fic I�ve found is by
Author-chan over on ff.net, and unfortunately, I haven�t seen updates from her
on it. :( And don�t worry about your
spelling�before I perform a spell check, my docs are filled with little red
squiggly lines. Thank you for spell
check!

Random rambling from
RaptorChicky: Man, I loved writing out this chapter�it just flowed! But me gushing about how great this was, blah
blah blah, is not the reason for this ramble�
I have bad news: this is the last COMPLETE chapter that I have written
up. Sure, I have the last third or
fourth of this story is pretty much completed, but that means absolutely squat
if I can�t even fill up the Mack-sized gap I have between this stuff and the
end. I�ve kill- er, fired my previous
muse, and my current one is slacking and in hiding, so I guess I need some form
of motivation� On a tiny bright note, I�ll
download what I do have for the 4^th chapter sometime next wend
nd
after that�who knows?
Oh, before I forget� I�ve received a few requests in my email for
possible sketches of Inuyasha in all of his bad boy glory from this fic. Uhhhhh�sorry. Me no can draw. This: O|�< , is pretty much the extent of
my drawing capabilities. But if anybody
else wants to do it�.be my guest!
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