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Chapter
30 � The Face of Evil
Early in the morning,
while Inuyasha was being molested by Sesshoumaru, the Lord and Lady of the West
had an unusual visitor.
�My Lady...my Lord...�
Inu no Taisho did not move; Lady Tsukiko turned
around, eyebrows rising at the sight before her.
It was a hunched old woman, with an eye-patch over
one eye garbed as a miko. She carried a long bow in her hand- a bow that was
taller than she was. She did not seem too pleased to be here either; her gaze
cautiously roved over the youkai gathered in the room and her mouth was set in
a thin grimace.
Inu no Taisho�s administration was civilized enough
to allow mikos and humans and youkai and hanyou to
all coexist peacefully without the ruling kind � youkai � attempting to
overwhelm the others. But even so, miko and youkai were natural enemies and
they attempted to interact minimally. Therefore, for a human priestess to
voluntarily set foot in a youkai castle was either for a very grave cause, or
because she wanted to give grievous insult.
Looking at the woman, Tsukiko somehow did not think
she went to all the trouble of insulting them. She did not seem suicidal.
�My lady,� said the old woman in her rasping voice
and peculiar village accent and bowed her head.
Tsukiko inclined her head in acceptance of the
greeting.
�What brings you here, miko?�
�I am called Kaede,� she
said, then glanced at the guards who had escorted her in. �I have information
of the dark hanyou Naraku that my lord and lady may find useful.�
Tsukiko�s eyes narrowed and Taisho�s brows drew down
in a thunderous frown.
�How do you know of Naraku?� Tsukiko asked, voice hard. While officers at the palace had been
told about the dark hanyou for security purposes, the news should not have
spread beyond the palace walls. Their subjects panicking at a time like this
would only make matters worse.
The miko raised her one good eye to meet Lady
Tsukiko�s. The lines of her face, the bitter hardness of her mouth, the pain in
her eyes all spoke of a life lived in disappointment � a life lived for duty,
and no pleasure.
�He killed my sister.�
Her voice remained steady as she said this and the
tightening of her hands on her bow was the only sign of the intense emotion
that she felt.
For a long moment, no one moved. Tsukiko stood still
as ice and stared down at the miko. Kaede stood
gazing into the distance, seemingly far away from where they stood.
�Come,� Tsukiko said finally, turning away. �This is
not a talk that should be conducted here.�
Kaede
followed silently.
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The morning breeze turned subtly cold as it blew
over one particular house in the Western Kingdom. Kagura, the wind sorceress,
flicked her fan minutely, effortlessly adjusting the speed and temperature of
the wind to her Master�s satisfaction.
In his luxurious room, Naraku turned his face upto the cool, gently blowing breeze and watched the sun
climb high in the sky with a slight smile that made his features all the more
handsome. It was finally time.
�He would
come. Young Inuyasha would come to him, just as all those weak mortals
eventually fell into his clutches. That is, after all, what came of having a
fatal flaw � a heart so riddled with kindness, it cared about others before
itself. I demon would not make such a mistake; a demon would look out for its
own interests.
His expensive kimono parted at his throat as the
hanyou leaned forward and Naraku ran light fingers over the skin of his chest;
this flesh�this oh so mortal flesh encased the soul of a true demon. He had the
misfortune of having a beating heart within him but his soul was demon.
Purple eyes darkened in remembrance and the elegant
fingers on his own chest tightened briefly.
His soul had slowly become less and less human with
every blow against his humanity, against every blow that he endured that no
living creature deserved to endure. Kindness burns away when it is thwarted
again and again. Goodness and compassion in his nature were poisoned slowly by
the indifferent cruelty of the people who called themselves human. Now, all
that remained was suffering and darkness and the red red
glow of tears that turned to anger.
The beautiful smile twisted into a wild grin. A
high, wild chuckle resounded oddly in the refined room. Loss of humanity was no
loss at all. Who needed the weakness of a vulnerable heart, the uncertainty of
a mind ruled by emotions, and the endless, endless pain? This was better�this
darkness, this evil swirling in his body instead of a soul.
Outside, Kagura stiffened as she felt a sharp pain
through her chest, a very literal tug on her heart.
Naraku felt her discomfort and laughed.
Yes, Inuyasha would walk willingly into his clutches
as all humans eventually walked willingly to their ends.
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It was afternoon by the time Inuyasha exhausted
himself enough to leave the strenuous work he had taken upon himself and rest.
Even covered in sweat and tired to the point of
passing out, Inuyasha was tensed, every muscle in his body rigid. It was with
difficulty that the wolf prince convinced the hanyou to get out of the hot sun
and take a break.
Inuyasha agreed reluctantly, turning away from the workyard under the gaze of a worried Kouga.
Things like shields and spears and rough-hewn swords
were not items of great enough value to be packaged carefully. As such, there
were points poking out of the packages at times -� splinters from coarse wooden boxes, bent
nails, sharp iron filings. While thick-skinned workmen were used to the minor
injuries and knew how to guard against them, Inuyasha did not. His arms and
legs were covered in small scratches, where the wood or coarse cloth had dug
into his skin from awkwardly carrying huge packages.
Inuyasha knew his rate of healing would be slowed
down today since his human night was so close and having bloody scratches all
over his body was a sure way to get himself killed.
Fresh blood was like a beacon to predators; he would not be able to run from
all of them if they could follow his scent with ease.
The day was short and getting shorter and the
thought that kept floating into his mind uninvited, was that he might not get
to come back here again. Even if he survived the night, Sesshoumaru-sama may not forgive the insubordination and decide to cast
him out. If that happened, all he would have were his memories.
The gardens � one of the few places his master had
given him permission to visit unescorted � was where Inuyasha had originally
intended to go when he had left his Master�s chambers that morning.
Sesshoumaru-sama had spent many days there with him
and the beauty of the carpets of flowers, the warm sunlight, swaying trees and
his master�s reassuring presence nearby had made for some of the best times in
his life.
Despite his aching limbs and the injuries on his
body and the pain in his heart, Inuyasha felt his spirits lift at the sight of
the flowers that were thriving on the strong sun and the gardener�s
loving care.
Near the warehouses, where he had spent his day, the
sun seemed to beat down on him relentlessly but here, even sunlight seemed to
be mellowed before it landed on the lush green grass and the gently swaying
flowers. The air was heavy with the mingling scent of the flowers, of fresh,
damp earth and the scent of sunlight itself.
Inuyasha closed his eyes and took a deep breath,
turning his face to the sun, willing the shadows in his mind to evaporate under
the pure sunlight.
I
may never come here again.
The thought made him cold, even under the warm
afternoon sun. It almost made him afraid enough to give up this whole venture
and hide in the palace. But he remembered everything that had happened the last
time he had remained in the castle; he remembered Sesshoumaru-sama having to clean his wounds and nurse him back to
health. He had no intention of putting the demon Lord though that again. He
would go.
�Inuyasha-san!�
Inuyasha snapped out of his thoughts and turned in
the direction of the shrill cry.
The dim, pony-tailed silhouette of Rin was visible
at the far end of the garden. She was waving at him with a huge smile on her
face. Inuyasha turned and headed towards her.
Rin did not seem to notice the wounds littering his
body. She smiled at him happily, holding out a bunch of small, purple flowers.
Inuyasha hesitated,
throwing a quick glance at her face, then slowly reached out and accepted the
flowers.
�They�re beautiful,� he mumbled, staring down at it.
�What are they called?�
Rin smiled brightly, cocking her way in a way that
made her lopsided ponytail wobble.
�Rin does not know,� she declared happily. Inuyasha
blinked at her in surprise.
Rin clasped her hands behind her back. �They bring
Rin happiness. Rin thought Inuyasha-san needed them too.�
The hands that held the flower tightened minutely
and Inuyasha lowered his gaze. Hidden as he was behind his bangs, Inuyasha did
not see the smile slip off her face. She stared at him quietly.
�What is it?� she asked quietly.
�I- it�s nothing,� Inuyasha told her, voice
trembling.
His head snapped up in surprise when warm soft hands
landed on his own. He looked up and met those big brown eyes that were somehow
childlike and wise at the same time. With a sinking feeling, he realized that
Rin had understood more than he had wanted her to.
�Don�t hide all the time, Inuyasha-san,� she told
him simply and Inuyasha�s resolve slipped. Impulsively, he grabbed Rin�s hands,
as small as his own, in his and met her gaze.
�Rin-chan,� he said
quietly. �I am very glad to have met you.�
Then he ran off, leaving a troubled Rin staring
after his retreating back. Her feet twitched, itching to run after the hanyou
but the property mark on his neck and Lord Sesshoumaru�s possessive behaviour
towards him stopped her from being too familiar with the boy. Personal slaves
were different from other servants or retainers. Masters many a times did not
wish for their slaves to become acquainted with or attached to anyone but
themselves and remembering Sesshoumaru-sama�s
extraordinary kindness to herself and her parents, Rin did could not bring
herself to do anything that could be seen as impertinent.
Had she obeyed her instincts and followed Inuyasha,
a strange sight would have greeted her eyes; the dirty and exhausted hanyou and
the old lady gardener, engaged in quiet consultation. The gardener, skilled as
she was in her art, was not of a nature to engage in idle chatter. Her harsh
tongue usually did away with all annoying passers-by who stopped to talk.
Had Rin followed her heart and chased after the
fleeing hanyou, she would have seen a small dried plant pass from the hands of
the gardener to Inuyasha.
But she didn�t.
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Inuyasha only made it a little way outside the
castle grounds. Tsukiko�s protection only extended as far as the castle. He had
barely taken a few steps outside the grounds before Naraku made his move; with
the powerful magic no longer able to protect the young hanyou, the wind saw her
chance, swooped down over the hanyou and carried him back to her master.
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It was late in the afternoon by the time Sesshoumaru
finished his work with the guards-in-training and headed back to the palace to
report to his parents.
The day had been a long one; it had been some time
since he�d been forced to deal with the military imbeciles. He�d almost
forgotten how annoying they were capable of being. The only thing that made the
day more tolerable was the fact that he had his pet to ravish at the end of it.
While he walked back towards the palace, he was accosted
by a most determined messenger; Rin ran up to him and stood in his path,
staring up at him fearlessly.
The demon Lord halted, amused at the little girl�s
nerve.
�What is it, Rin?�
Rin looked up at him solemnly. �It�s about
Inuyasha-san.�
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The guards at the front gate of the palace were some
of the toughest individuals in the force, unlike the soldiers Sesshoumaru had
been training. They had to be, in order to be able to meet and handle any
emergency that came up, like attacks or someone trying to sneak in. Such
deceptions and attacks were not infrequent and it was a credit to them that no
one yet had succeeded in getting in or out without permission from the master
of the castle. More than one demon had had their skulls split open by these
guards while attempting to force their way in; more than one youkai had had his
heart ripped out while trying to escape from within.
These guards flinched and exchanged frightened
glances as their prince�s enraged youki burned through
the corridors, singeing the hair off their limbs.
Sesshoumaru was furious; how dare the brat of a
hanyou even think about leaving the castle without his permission. What had he
been denied in the palace? Had he not offered his protection to him on the
night of the new moon? Hadn�t he sheltered the boy in his chambers and kept him
safe? It was his fault for spoiling the pup with too much latitude, too much
leniency. When he caught him, the little puppy was going to be in a hell of a
lot of trouble.
The scent of the flower that the hanyou had used to
put them to sleep while he escaped still lingered in the corridor. It was not
powerful enough to affect a taiyoukai but the guards
had fallen unconscious almost instantly. They had just begun to stir when
Sesshoumaru sped through the corridors into their midst and had had a rather
rude awakening under the demon Lord�s whip.
It was a rare plant; too rare for the hanyou to have
just stumbled across it or even know it�s usage even if he had managed to find
it. There was no doubt that the hanyou could not have procured the drug
himself. Someone had to have helped him. Whoever did was going to pay and pay
dearly. Everyone who had the slightest hand in letting Inuyasha escape was
going to pay.
At the back of his mind, there was the nagging voice
that said that this was his fault, that he had not taken the time to tell
Inuyasha about Naraku, about the danger that lay lurking outside the castle
walls. It was unlikely that the dark hanyou Naraku would want anything to do
with a hanyou slave but Inuyasha was still in a lot of danger. Naraku may not
pose as much of a threat as random youkai might. The thin stick of a hanyou
would not be able to defend himself in the face of
real danger.
The youkai covering against the corridor walls
trembled and whimpered as another blast of pure, concentrated youki burst through their midst. They had not seen their
Lord so close to losing control in a long time. For many of them, their knees
gave out and they hit the floor, staring up at their prince�s darkened eyes in
horror. Many fell to their knees voluntarily and bowed low, not daring to so
much as raise their heads. For many moments, there was not a sound except the
guards� ragged, frightened breathing.
When Sesshoumaru finally spoke, the soft, low voice
all the more mellifluous in anger, sent fresh shivers down the spines of the
terrified youkai;
�Find him.�
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When Inuyasha�s eyes slowly fluttered open, the
first thing that occurred to him was that he was human. Besides the obsidian
strands of hair he could see falling over his shoulders, further proof was that
even sitting up in bed required a small effort; he could feel the muscles in
his body working as he moved. As a hanyou, the movement was more or less
automatic.
The next thing that occurred to him was that he was
in a bed; a soft, warm extremely comfortable bed. The past few days, he had
gotten used to waking up in a soft bed but this one did not contain his
Master�s scent.
The last thought made him sit bolt upright in bed
and he looked around wildly, heart hammering in his chest. This wasn�t Lord
Sesshoumaru�s castle. He had succeeded in escaping. The last thing he
remembered was walking out of the castle. But what had happened after that? Had
he been captured?
But he did not seem to be a prisoner. There were no
shackles on his hands and feet and this was certainly not a dungeon. On the
contrary, it was a beautiful room overlooking the residual colours in the sky
that remained after the sun had set. His human eyes could not see very well in
the darkness but there was no need. There were lanterns strategically placed
around the room and the place was suffused in a warm, comforting light. The
room was spacious and sparsely but beautifully furnished and Inuyasha was
surprised to find a cup of water on a small table next to his bed. It was a
luxury that youkai would not need or desire. He reached out and sniffed the
glass cautiously, then finding himself parched, drank gratefully.
�Inuyasha.�
The sound of his name made him start violently
enough for the cup to jerk in his hand and the water in the cup to spill over
the front of his robes.
It was a man�s voice, a young man by the sound of
it. Inuyasha squinted and just made out the shape of a chair and half the
outline of a man sitting in it. He had not noticed him before because the man
was half hidden in shadow and Inuyasha�s attention had been occupied by the
rest of the beautiful room.
Inuyasha opened his mouth to speak but his voice
would not come out. He closed it.
There was a low, warm chuckle from the young man.
�Lord Sesshoumaru has trained you well, I see.�
�S-Sesshoumaru-sama?�
Inuyasha asked in a small voice, thinner and more boyish now that he was human.
The man stood up and walked towards him. Long curly
black hair fell elegantly over his shoulders and he walked with a grace that
was uncommon among the rough, war-accustomed human males of the age. Yet, this
young man, no more than 16 or 17 at best, did not seem anything but human.
�Mmm your
Master, Lord Sesshoumaru, yes,� came the answer. �Do you know who I am,
Inuyasha?�
The hanyou shook his head watching him carefully as
he came closer. From his clothes and bearing, the man seemed like a Lord
himself. So far, he had done nothing to harm him except bring him here. He had
no aches and pains so he had not been hurt while being brought here. He was
almost sure that this man was the one who had brought him here; there was
something in his demeanour that spoke of authority.� But he did not know the man�s intentions yet.
�I see,� the young man mused. �It seems Sesshoumaru-sama did not see fit to share that with a slave.�
He watched the boy�s reaction carefully, observing
how he barely even blinked at the comment. Obviously, the hanyou did not expect
his Master to confide in him. That meant the boy was probably little more than
a toy.
�But it is what we hanyou have learnt to expect,� he
added seemingly casually, watching surprise flicker on the hanyou�s face.
Inuyasha recoiled back a little into the blankets as
the young man walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at him with a
slight smile. Was he telling the truth? Could this elegant young man really be
hanyou...like him?
�I am Naraku,� bowed the young man and Inuyasha
almost jumped in surprise. No one had ever
bowed to him before.
Inuyasha let out the breath he�d been holding. This
man seemed nice.
Inuyasha looked searchingly into the man�s violet
eyes. �You- brought me here by force,� he said quietly, thought it was more of
a question than a statement.
His host bowed elegantly again. �Forgive me,� he
said. �It was necessary. There are those out there who would do you harm and
introductions would have taken more time than we have.�
�You- you know Sesshoumaru-sama?�
Inuyasha asked uncertainly.
�I know the Lady the of the
West,� Naraku replied.
Inuyasha nodded slowly, still looking into those
beautiful, clear eyes. He was almost unaware of what it was that he was
agreeing to but it didn�t matter. His gut told him that this man, this Naraku
would not harm him. Naraku was trustworthy.
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A/N:
By the way, folks, it�s my birthday today ^.^
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