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Angelus
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Chapter 30
Eyes closed, his face exposed to the fresh air
of the night, Sesshomaru was immersed up to the shoulders into the small pond
of his private garden. He decided the cool waters would help clear up his mind
and calm down his temper, and he was partly right; after a few moments spent
looking at the night sky while soaking in the peace of his quarters, he somehow
managed to regain his composure.
He was not one to be led by sentiments and
emotions, but this time the events affected him in what was both the most
guarded and fragile part of himself, a place some would call a heart. He had
heard before that love and hatred were really close to each other, if not the
very same, and at the moment he had discarded the notion as being ridiculous.
Since he had been tricked by the devious Naraku who gave him a human arm but
then tried to absorb him, he thought he had developed hatred for the hanyou. He
also believed that his half-brother Inuyasha was deserving of his hatred, for
always taking away from him what was rightfully his.
But now he knew better.
What he felt toward Naraku and Inuyasha was not
hatred; they were his enemies, Naraku even more than Inuyasha, but he did not
truly hate them. He loathed them, found them beneath any consideration and
wanted to be the one to put an end to their days.
Hatred had a different face; a black face with
golden eyes, onyx eyes with no white in them. A face with extendable jaws, with
cheeks that could rip apart to allow these jaws to strike. Hatred was corrosive
and black, feminine and strong, gentle and selfless. Hatred became love when he
thought about it too much, and so he understood why one should not engage in
fights based on hatred. Killing the hated one was like killing a part of him,
it was like striking through his own heart, ripping his very throat open,
spilling his own entrails on the floor to die in agony. Yet he would not die,
for the blow was not physical but emotional and in many ways it was much, much
worse.
When his father asked him if he had someone to
protect, he had almost laughed out loud at the very idea. He did not need
someone to protect, for it was only a weakness. Even though he had started to
give some consideration to the idea, now he dismissed it totally. He saw clearly
now how gigantic a weakness love for someone was, for when the protected one became
an enemy, it was as if he was being destroyed from the inside out.
He did not hate Naraku and Inuyasha; he would
be delighted by their deaths.
As his thoughts calmed down under the soothing
effect of the cold waters and his resolve to put his blade though his enemies�
flesh hardened, he was caught totally unaware.
Coming out of nowhere, a voice reached his
ears; a wheezy voice that he couldn�t possibly be hearing for all accesses to
that private garden were forbidden. Yet, the elderly turtle was surely oblivious
of that fact, for she was sitting in a lotus position right beside his armor,
clothes and swords, eyes half closed and looking very contented.
�You are a very stupid dog, Lord Sesshomaru.
Very stupid. I would have thought your Father raised you better than that. Or
was it your Mother? Mmmm, it would explain everything then��
It was certainly not the right moment to
address the taiyoukai with disrespect; already enraged by Kitana�s betrayal, he
was not inclined to show mercy to anyone foolish enough to provoke him
directly. Yet, the small and elderly turtle was amongst the very rare beings
that would make him pause before killing them, and she knew it. He studied her
out the corner of his eye, but remained immobile and did not react to her words
in any way.
�You have changed, young lord; from the time
you were but a mere puppy to now, it appears that many things have happened.
One thing however has stayed the same: your inability to accept being denied
what you want. I should have given you more spankings back then, maybe that
would have made a difference. Or was it the bear that was responsible of the
corrections? That soft-hearted idiot couldn�t hurt a fly, unless it stung him
of course. He was too gentle on you; just look at the results.�
Not seeing where this was going and irritated
by her one-sided conversation, Sesshomaru turned and extended his hand to
retrieve his clothes. He sat up on the edge of the pond, covering himself with
his haori, and then raising to put his hakama on. He then took a look at his
person, his clothes soaked from the water he did not took the time to remove
from his skin and hair, and unconsciously he called forth his youki. He was dry
in an instant. The turtle did not appear offended at his blatant disregard of
her person; instead, she continued her monologue as if he was intently
listening to her words.
�I must say I am disappointed in you,
Sesshomaru. You placed yourself in a unique situation indeed, sharing your soul
with a Tsowandar, and yet you ignore both how she feels and what you know of
her nature and push her into a hasty retreat. I could not believe my old ears
in that alley! Did you really use force to kiss her?�
A subtle frown on his expressionless face was the
only sign that her words disturbed him at all. The turtle had been brought to
the castle by his Father after his wedding to serve as one of his teachers back
when he was just a kid. Apparently, she was highly respected in his Father�s
family and assisted many a generation of dog demons to find their place in the
world. Her link with the Great General of the Dogs was running deep, but already
all those centuries ago she was showing signs of senility. The court still gave
her respect and deference and his Father himself took utmost care to preserve
the fragile mental health of the aging youkai by forbidding anyone to mention
or acknowledge any of her frequent absences in her company. As he grew from
childhood to teen age, he would still have to endure lessons with her, history
lessons mostly, and he remembered how he enjoyed the legends and battles she
described to him. But the more he traveled toward adulthood, the worse it
became. She would simply sit there, unresponsive to the world around her, for
days before awakening and going about her duties as if nothing happened. When
he finally left the palace, the turtle had been given the title of Seer as a
mark of respect. How low his Mother had fallen if the death of his Father
allowed her to forget his principles and let the court laugh in derision of the
old turtle. She was a troublesome old thing, but his Father thought she was
deserving of respect, and he couldn�t fault his reasoning even if he could see
how diseased and confused her old spirit was.
Yet, at that moment her words made him pause,
for it wasn�t the regular insane blabber of an old senile lady; she spoke with clarity
and a strength that she rarely presented even in his younger days. Furthermore,
with the exception of all the insults, some of what she said intrigued him. He
nonchalantly tied his haori, which was quite a feat considering his lack of an
arm, and in an elegant upward motion of his left eyebrow, encouraged her to
continue. He would play into her fantasies for a while, satisfy his curiosity
and then get rid of her when sleep would come to her.
The small figure of the seated turtle did not
even change her position to look at him; she knew her pupil was listening and
needed nothing but her presence to assure that he would keep listening. She
sighed as if what she wanted to tell him weighted heavily on her.
�I was very surprised when I heard the rumors
that a Tsowandar had set foot in the castle. I don�t know how I did it with
those old crows following me everywhere I go but I managed to saw her, and my
surprise was surpassed hundredfold when I understood that you, a male, shared
the soul link with her. You have to tell me how in the heavens and hells a
Tsowandar accepted your energy without killing you! As far as I know, it is
unheard of.�
Sesshomaru looked at his armor and discarded
it, not truly needing it in this overprotected stronghold. He tied the last
knot on his obi, expertly manipulating the sash with his only hand in gestures
practiced hundred of times, and bent down to retrieve his discarded swords,
adjusting them at his waist. He was now standing right beside the elderly lady
and he had yet to place a word.
��You
didn�t know? Well, that may explain why you acted as a ruffian, disregarding
her hesitancy to engage any further in a relationship with you. Tsowandars have
no affinity for males; your Kitana is one of a kind! But she is certainly very
confused. The soul link will indeed strengthen any feelings that already exist
between the two of you, but you need to give her time to accept it. Being a
soul partner to a Tsowandar is a life changing experience, but it won�t happen
if you don�t treasure her and allow her ��
�All this is utter nonsense.�
Being so rudely interrupted by her pupil who
was impudently leaving the garden was not something she expected and as her
mouth still opened and closed on unspoken words, the old turtle cracked an eye
open and tilted her head to the side toward the taiyoukai. Then, she craned her
neck toward him in an unnatural way, the many wrinkles on her flesh unfolding
one after the other to allow her head to reach a height that should not have
been physically possible. The desired effect was obtained though, and the
departing taiyoukai paused in his steps and turned toward the gross looking
turtle whose head now reached his waist.
��Oh? How
so?�
He considered not answering and going back
inside, abandoning her on the side of the pool, but some of the respect he had
for her when he was a young boy flickered inside him and he granted her an
answer.
��Kitana
is no Tsowandar, whatever they may be. You would do well to remember that and
stop assuming you know her; whatever you think she is, you are wrong. Beside,
she is nothing but a traitor and her name is not to be mentioned in This
Sesshomaru�s presence anymore.�
Now with both foggy eyes open, the turtle
turned her head upside down and peered into Sesshomaru�s eyes, as if she was
trying to get a closer look into his soul. Even though the taiyoukai was not
one to be impressed by the antics of a youkai, the sight was disturbing enough
to make him pause.
�Wrong?�
Sorely the elder retracted her head and started
to rise on her feet, helping herself with her cane. When she was finally
standing, barely reaching the thighs of the taiyoukai, she advanced toward him
and finally rested her weight on her stick before smirking at him. Her voice
gained a strength she had never showed before.
�Wrooooong, eh? Let us see if I am wrong. Your
Kitana crawls on walls and ceilings just as a fly would do, and sees in total
darkness better than even you. Her blood is a highly corrosive matter able to
eat through rocks as well as flesh, and she has inner jaws that she can project
at great speed to kill her enemies. She can manipulate the energies around her,
she is able to call the elements to her help, she comes from a place beyond the
stars and she feeds upon sentient-�
�Enough!�
He was white with rage and confusion; the
turtle was not as senile as everyone thought.
�-she feeds upon sentient beings� blood and
flesh. And last but not least she fed from you, drinking your blood from your
veins and yet she let you live to tell the tale, thus bonding your souls.�
�Enough. You have said enough!� he said
harshly, in a forbidding tone.
Wisely, the old youkai stopped talking but kept
her gaze trained on the taiyoukai, waiting for his reaction. He was rigid and
stern, as usual, but he couldn�t hide the curiosity that was sparked when she
displayed her knowledge of the curious being that invaded his life. Even
Kitana�s most shameful secret, the way she sustained herself, was known to the
turtle. He was confused though; if he believed Kitana�s story about her
origins, she was unique, one of a kind, and never had any contacts with youkai
other than his Father in the past. There was no way she could have met with the
turtle, and how all of this fitted together he couldn�t fathom.
It was with a softer voice that the turtle said
the next words.
�You know little of her if you think she could
betray you. Tsowandar are merciless predators, but they are highly faithful to
their families and friends, even more so to the ones they share soul with.
Young lord, you feel what she feels, how can you say that she could be a
traitor? She could not betray you more than she could rip off her own heart.�
He eyed her dispassionately, but doubts were
swirling around wildly in his heart, deepening wounds that had yet to start
heeling. With a severe look upon his face and an aggressive frown, he addressed
his once teacher in a low and threatening tone.
�Hn. And what allows you to assume you know her
so well?�
The turtle smiled sadly, taking her time to
word her answer in a way that could soothe the wounded youkai standing
menacingly in front of her.
�There was a time long ago, oh I was still
young and beautiful, when a Tsowandar chose me to be her soul companion. I
learned a lot back then about their abilities and weaknesses and this
experience really transformed the one I was.�
He looked at the turtle and for a fleeting
moment, surprise was written upon his face. This contradicted everything Kitana
had told him so far about her past, and arose too many questions to count.
�You will go through a lot of trials because of
that bond, but she will be by your side, no matter how difficult it appears to
be right now. She chose you after all. Put your trust in her and you will see
that she is capable of incredible achievements if she feels your support.�
She backed a little from him.
�I must go now, but I will come back. I wish to
speak with your Tsowandar; there are important things she needs to know, and I
have some questions I wish she can answer. Tell her that, and follow your
heart, young lord. A chosen one will never be betrayed by a Tsowandar.�
As she turned around to leave, a whisper
reached her ears. She paused and went back on her steps.
�What did you say?�
Sesshomaru looked down at her and gazed in her
hazy eyes, before repeating his words in a more steady voice.
�She did not choose me. I forced her to take my
blood, for she would have died had she not. I had no idea of the consequences
of the act at that time.�
The old youkai paled under the words of the
taiyoukai, and for a moment she appeared to him just as she did to everyone
else: an old, senile turtle lady who was approaching her death. Then, she shook
her head and with a movement of the hand, brushed aside his declaration.
�It doesn�t matter. Had she not accepted you
fully, she would have killed you. Oh, and do not give me that look, young one,
you may be powerful but that would not have stopped her. Like it or not, somehow
she chose you, and you will have to deal with it.�
As he was about to voice how her opinion did
not matter to him, she, she was already gone. It appeared as if the earth
itself had swallowed her, as she silently melted into it to become one with it.
Shaking his head, he remembered that the old one was in fact an earth spirit.
No wonder she managed to violate the privacy of his garden without his notice.
--
Alone in his father�s office, Sesshomaru was
mulling over the events of the evening. Midnight was approaching and the sounds
of the feast were now totally gone, replaced by the whispers of the night.
He came back shaken from the encounter with the
turtle, his armor tucked under his arm and his wet fur pelt trailing behind
him. He had no certitudes anymore, the strong pillars that constituted
everything in believed in, everything he knew to be true were crumbling as if
made of sand. He was about to climb the stairs to his bedroom and try to sleep
the rest of the night when he saw the centuries old jug of sake imbued with
youki that he served to the bear earlier. Pausing, he let go of his armor and
took the bottle and the cup that came with it, before climbing the stairs.
Ordinary alcohol did nothing to him, as poison users were immune to most
toxins, but he knew how strong this one was thanks to the reputation of the
youkai that made it. Even if he felt tired, he knew he would not be able to
sleep with so many disturbing thoughts swirling around his head, so maybe a
little help was needed.
Moments later, he was sitting amidst the plush
cushions in front of the large hearth where the fire he started was beginning
to eat happily at the logs he threw in. His swords were carefully placed beside
him near his right hand, for it would not do to fall asleep upon the cutting
edge of Tokijin if he ever got drunk, yet he wanted them close enough to defend
himself in the unlikely event of an attack.
He was not yet done drinking his first cup of
sake when the effects started to appear. A feeling of joy filled him, erasing his
concerns as if they were for nothing. He closed his eyes under the delight of
the sensation and took another sip of alcohol, larger this time. No wonder why
so many humans and the weaker youkai tried to drown their worries in sake if it
worked so well.
Slowly relaxing as the beverage travelled down
his throat to his stomach, he took the decision to let things come to him, as
he always did in the past. Rushing things were not his forte; instead he was
more inclined to take life as it unfolded before him, walking on his path at a
leisurely pace even if he could fly as fast as a lightning. He would get there
in the end, wherever it was, and running only put things in movement that were
not supposed to happen. Waiting to see where life was taking him had always
been his philosophy, and hasty decisions were never good ones in his
experience. Life would tell him in time if Kitana was a friend or a foe; he now
had no doubt about it. For the first time in days he started to feel good and
it pleased him. It pleased him very much, and soon he was in an almost euphoric
state, sitting alone on these luxurious cushions and looking at the dance of
the flames in the fireplace and the game of hide and seeks the light played
with the shadows on the walls and furniture.
Closing his eyes again before filling a second
cup of sake, he opened them up suddenly. Euphoria? Since when was this feeling
in his repertoire? He had never once in his life felt that good.
Doubt wormed its way in his consciousness and
was confirmed when an unwelcomed wave of lust washed over him. The feelings did
not have the overwhelming strength they had in his first days of sharing his
soul with Kitana, but they were clearly sent to him by the girl. All day long
he had wanted the link between them to work to no avail; only the close
proximity of the courtyard provided him with the proof that they were still
connected to each other. Now, if he was able to perceive her at a much larger
distance, it meant only one thing: those feelings of bliss and desire were very
strong.
His anger came back suddenly, fighting and then
winning against his decision to wait peacefully for the outcome of events. This
was the confirmation of her betrayal more than anything else: she was sharing
an intimate and very pleasant moment with someone else, someone other than him,
most probably the marten or even the sly fox. Or both. She had betrayed him,
betrayed his thrust in her for no reason he was able to fathom, and yet he
still had to feel whatever emotion she deemed appropriate to send his way
through a link he no longer was able to bear.
Or maybe that was her version of torture?
Instead of literally ripping him open and tearing off his male organs to shove
them deep into his mouth, like he knew was her favorite way of telling a male
to stuff it, she would do it metaphorically?
He knew she was wise enough not to measure up
to him physically once again, so it was only logical to conclude that she had
decided to sever their relationship in this most terrible way. There he was,
the demon lord Sesshomaru, a terrible taiyoukai feared by even the most
powerful of demons, pacing back and forth in his chambers because of a female
too weak to confront him and yet strong enough to send him in a turmoil he
never anticipated.
Enraged by a renewed wave of bliss, he sent his
fist hard into the wall of his father�s office, punching a hole the size of a
plate in the sturdy marble. Had he infused this punch with his swirling demonic
energy, there would be no wall left standing.
The smell of his blood reached his nose,
causing him to pause in his growing restlessness. On his middle knuckle was a
small scratch, deep enough to draw blood but already almost healed. Stirred
back to reality by this insignificant wound, he decided he would no longer be
the victim of his once ally; instead, he sat back on the cushions, cross-legged
this time. This link was a poison to him tonight, but he knew from experience
that it worked both ways and he decided to poison the night of the aggravating
female who was trying to make him mad.
Doing his best to empty his mind of everything
but his unrestrained anger, he thought about the most repulsive beings he could
imagine; anything that brought him on the verge of vomiting, everything that
could make a male organ loose its pride and glory for good. As images of Jaken
fooling around with Ah-Un filled his mind, he clearly felt a decrease in his
arousal. Smirking, he tried to imagine the couple somewhere in his mother�s
castle, the disgust on Kitana�s face and the puzzlement of her lover, whoever
it was, and it pleased him. Closing his eyes again, he took a last sip of sake
and continued to concentrate on the filthiest and most revolting situations
that made his stomach churn. Sounds of war came to his ears, battle cries of samurais
and common soldiers mixed with the screams of orphans and assaulted women. His
skin crawled under the nauseating touch of a decomposed body, a body kept
moving by the invasion of crow youkai, the flesh sloughing and letting fluids
seep through cracks and crevices as it stuck to his own skin. His eyes
witnessed a hundred deaths, a thousand humiliations, tens of thousands of
people burned and raped and abused in any imaginable ways. His nose filled with
the olfactory memories of those terrible battlefields, of innumerable corpses
left to rot under the sunlight, of young inexperienced soldiers wetting
themselves as the horses of the enemy charged them, of their sweat filled with
the acrid smell of fear. He called forth to his memory the most horrible
moments of his life, but this time he let the feelings come along instead of
suppressing them. Disgust, revulsion, horror were sent to Kitana in the hope to
retaliate against her desertion.
A few moments later, as he was still sitting
immobile amongst the cushions, a real smell came to him; a very subtle, spicy
smell that descended from the rafters above him.
�Leave at once, you whore. You are not welcome
here anymore.�
The scent continued its approach, always coming
from the roof. Soon, he caught a glimpse of a black, arachnoid body attached to
the rafters by its hands and feet, crested head fixed upon him.
�You can cut the crap, Sesshomaru. We are
alone.�
Anger filled golden eyes that begun to deepen
to a dark orange, leaning toward the red that announced nothing but destruction.
�You heard This Sesshomaru: I won�t repeat
myself.�
A black tail switched nervously once, then
twice; a black mouth opened, then closed pensively before opening again.
�Don�t tell me you fell for it? It was all an
act, Sesshomaru! Didn�t the bear tell you?�
Gold and black clashed with deep orange, none
of them backing down.
�Medved told me of your treason. The rest I
figured out by myself. It was not a difficult task; your behavior with the
weasel was scandalous. Now go back to your whore - �
A loud slapping noise resonated as he was hit
across the cheek by the back of the hand of the female he loathed so much. She
had jumped down from the rafters in a swift movement as indignation filled her
up. Not expecting this kind of lowly attack on his person, Sesshomaru opened
his reddening eyes to come face to face with the contorted features of a
Tsowandar; a mighty angry Tsowandar.
�Don�t you dare! Don�t you dare call me names
like that when all I did was for you!�
Stiffening a growl behind his clenched jaws, he
used his demonic speed to raise to his feet so fast that Kitana never had the
time to react; in less than the blink of an eye, she found herself slammed
against a wall, her eyes mere inches away from his snarling face, held off the
ground by a strong hand encircling her neck.
�Do you wish to die, traitor? Is it the way you
want to go?�
Her hands gripped his wrist strongly, claws
embedding themselves in his flesh, but she did not do anything more. Disbelief
was written all over her face; she was clearly surprised by the way things had
degenerated.
�Sesshomaru� You really fell for it� I�m sorry,
I�m so sorry; with the way you acted tonight I was so sure that you were trying
to help me make them believe my betrayal� But it was not an act��
Suddenly her eyes widened.
�Oh my� If it was true� Then in that alley��
His eyes lost their crimson edge when he
realized she was speaking about the kiss he forced on her. Just as he involuntarily
loosened the pressure on her neck, blood dripping along his forearm, she fought
back. He was hit by a strong blow of her knee in the lower abdomen, emptying
his lungs from their air and making him loose his grip on her neck. She
followed this move by pushing him away with both feet, thus making him stumble
backward. In an instant she was free, hanging upside down on the rafter that
supported the ceiling.
�Come to my room, Sesshomaru; it�s of the
utmost importance. Whatever you think of me, there are things you need to
learn. Afterward you�ll decide what you want to do, but for now, come to me.
And do it fast; I won�t be able to wait for long. �
And she was gone, leaving him alone with his confusion
and pain for only companions.
She wanted him to join her into her room.
Join them, for she smelled a little of the
marten, of shared intimacy and mutual feminine pleasure. She was angry with him
for a reason, angry and sad. Her surprise at his attitude appeared to be
genuine though, so he wondered once again: had he been a fool to believe in her
betrayal? What reason could she have to come and get him? She asked him to join
her in her room, but for what purpose? As far as he could tell, she was not
alone in this room of hers, and just moments ago she was engaged in erotic
activities with a partner of the fair sex. She never smelled like the ones
around her, not even Rin could let her scent on Kitana, so what was the meaning
of the marten�s stench on her? What could she want from him? Did she think he
was a fool that could be made to obey her whims?
Fist clenched hard enough to draw blood from
his palm, Sesshomaru finally took his decision. He would go and see what she
wanted from him, and probably end her days right then and there if her deceit
was confirmed. He would live with the consequences of his act, but for now
hatred was winning over love.
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