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Love\'s Consequences	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 10437 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Love's Consequences
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make any profit from this story.
Warning: Spoiler alerts! Just make sure you've seen the whole series, Final Act and Movies included, for I touch upon pretty much everything at one point or another.
Warning: There will be lemons in this story later on. Full versions will be posted on Adult fanfiction under the same story name (Author's name Sylean). Summarized (a.k.a. butchered) versions of the lemons will be posted here. Also, there will be character deaths in this story at a later time.
[ Guest reviewer (and anyone else that likes teasers)
Thank you for your review.
Yes, I am shifting focus to one of my OC's, (the others are just needed for supporting roles). The cannon characters will be present, and what was originally a Naraku/Kagome story will now transition to their child and the Demon lord that hunts them down. (You will get a glimpse of this next chapter, but won't be prominent for a few more yet.)
If you can get past that, then the rest of your concerns will be addressed.
I understand the disconnect associated with time skips, that is why I will be filling in those gaps with relevant flashbacks. By the end, you will know what everyone has been up to for the past 300 years. Chronological gets boring, especially when there is no main goal until this time frame.
That "howling" thing, yes. I can't wait to write that. It is important, crucial even, but not ready to be revealed yet. That will be a particularly impactful flashback; I can guarantee you.
I implore you to have a little patience and it will all fall into place.]
Chapter 30: Silk
Silken webs were strung everywhere; over the ridges of huts, intertwined around tree branches in the garden, and as feelers into almost every room of the castle, to name a few. Seeing as the castle was home to so many spider demons, it was not terribly surprising; yet, only a single individual, Kiseki, laid all the webs. Sure, Naraku and Yasei could as well, but neither had a predilection to do so. Only Kiseki exhibited the uncontrollable reflex to spin silk everywhere she went; perhaps it was due to being female that the instinct ran stronger in her. Their contact with other spider demons was limited, but among certain mortal spider species, it was primarily the females that spun the webs.
Some filaments lay hidden, shrouded in shadows making them all but invisible; secret lines that only a few could see. Others glistened in the sunlight, visible to even the humans of the village as they went about their daily routine. No matter if they could be seen of not, these strands were all interconnected and could relay vibrations from anywhere to Kiseki. She had spent her two centuries mastering the art of interpreting vibrations, a skill that already came naturally; she could determine exactly who was on the other end of a web, assuming she knew the person, simply by their heartbeat. Every heartbeat was slightly different, just like a fingerprint. Some were fast and shallow, perhaps with a murmur or incomplete contraction, others were slow and thunderous, with arrhythmic patterns. Just like some demons could memorize and recall a scent, she could do the same with heartbeats, footsteps, and breathing patterns. Anything that could cause even the slightest vibration, she could detect with pinpoint accuracy.
Webbing made it easier and far more accurate, but she could pick up these vibrations through the ground as well. It sometimes blurred the result, depending on the medium the waves had to travel through, but even that could be interpreted to a degree. Her sense of smell and hearing were not as sharp as some demon's senses, but her lack of acuteness in one sense translated to a heightened sensitivity to her others. So when she felt a familiar thrum ring through her taut lines, excitement coursed through her; her best friend only had to grab hold of a silken thread for a single heartbeat to alert the young spider to her arrival.
Abandoning her family dinner consisting of both human food and things that only a full spider demon would be able to stomach, Kiseki dashed towards the castle gates to greet her unlikely friend. Having both an uneasy past with Naraku and being a "prey species" to arachnids, it was odd how the young spider and much older butterfly had bonded so strongly. It was probably due to the one thing they had in common; the reason Tamari was requested to spend so much time with the once untamable child: silk spinning.
Tamari was the one who taught the little spider half-demon how to channel that ability into a useful outlet. When the overabundance of sticky webs, strategically placed to entangle staff and guests alike, became too much for Kiseki's parents to handle, Tamari introduced her to the art of making silken clothing. That endeavor flourished and Kiseki now had some of the best silken designs in all of Japan; coveted by any who knew of her. The black and red kimono she fashioned with silver web-like highlights was one such example of her hand-spun finery. She did not spin for just anyone, however; only a select few wore her creations. Only her family, friends, and a few worthy allies were gifted with such exquisite pieces. Speaking of which, "Tamari!" Kiseki launched herself into the other female's arms who laughed and returned the embrace. "I have a surprise for you. Come on!"
"It's good to see you too," Tamari remarked as Kiseki dragged her unceremoniously through the castle hallways.
"Hurry," the spider overflowed with such eagerness to bestow her gift. She had only been working on it for the last year; it took that long to collect enough of the rare, tiny berries that she used for dye. Sure, some more common ones would have sufficed, but the color would not have been as rich and bold. "It's in here," she motioned towards her personal chambers and quickly ushered the butterfly through.
Spacious doors accommodated the large, scaled wings of the butterfly far easier than typical human huts, but she still found herself collapsing them as much as possible when inside such structures. Rushing didn't help much either, but she was used to the high energy level of her friend, "It's not like I'll run away if you let go or slow down."
"Close your eyes," Kiseki ordered playfully before rushing to her wardrobe and pulling out her newest creation. "Okay, open!" Tamari immediately understood why Kiseki was so excited; the kimono she presented was absolutely stunning. "It matches your wings at sunset," she explained, recalling just how they glistened with every color imaginable, but in a way that didn't clash in the slightest.
"This is…" Beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, an honor; nothing seemed to express her gratitude. Luckily, the look in her eyes said it all. "Thank you." Kiseki was very finicky about who she spun for, and this was above and beyond.
"Well," Kiseki urged impatiently, "go try it on!" Tamari rolled her eyes and ducked behind the changing screen. The wait was torture, a slow death to Kiseki as she seemed to be stuck on fast-forward mode, but before she keeled over, her design was on display. It turned out even better than she envisioned. The plethora of flowing swatches made it look like Tamari had far more wings than just the two. It screamed elegance and prestige.
"You should wear that for the celebration," Kiseki stated with satisfaction glinting in her ever-changing eyes.
"Celebration?" Tamari inquired, this having been the first she heard of it.
"Yeah, we are throwing a faux-ball for my bicentennial," Kiseki proceeded to explain the unusual circumstances. "You are coming, aren't you?" Despite the pushy words, Tamari knew she could decline at any time without upsetting her friend.
"Like I would pass up such an opportunity," Tamari remarked. A gathering this large was bound to result in the introduction of a few prime male specimens.
Knowing just what the flirtatious butterfly was contemplating, Kiseki winked back, "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."
"Kiseki, come," she translated the vibrations on her expansive web. Naraku routinely used her network to find and summon her, just like this time. Traipsing through the castle grounds, she spotted the servants doing a poor job of hiding their disgust at their current task. Hollow husks of what was once a centipede demon were currently being disposed of.
Hollowed corpses were nothing new; it was after all the result of Yasei's meals. The difference between her younger brother and these Siamyosho, however, was he killed his prey before liquefying and eating their insides. He never did nurse as Senzai and she had; as a newborn, only minutes old, he was already tottering around the castle, hunting for mice. Her chelicerae-style fangs only came in when she reached maturity, but her younger brother was born with the collapsible, razor-edged, black fangs made for injecting venom. Hers were only visible when in use, otherwise folded up against the roof of her mouth; she wasn't reckless enough to check if his were the same.
Even though she had the same equipment for eating as a spider would, it was too unappetizing a method for her to stomach when there was seasoned and cooked food to choose from instead. She inherited her mother's dietary preferences.
Pulled from her wandering thoughts as Naraku's study came into view, she did not bother knocking; he was undoubtedly monitoring her approach through their exclusive lines of communication anyways, "You summoned me."
"Yes," he responded as she made herself comfortable up in the crease of the roof. It took no more effort than settling on a pillow, and was ten times more relaxing. "I suspect the Siamyosho are aware of our presence. Every ransacked caravan departing from our village has been rid of any bolt of silk."
"It could simply be that they like that kind of fabric," she supplied, knowing he was implying her reputation was a piece to this puzzle.
"The Western Lynx Tribe found a decimated camp," he began telling of the new information, "same hollow corpses, but their supplies of silk were left untouched." The Siamyosho only pilfered silk from their castle.
"So they are specifically attacking our people for my silk," she shook her head, not happy about having any part. It wasn't like they would find any on a simple caravan. Was it really that simple? Didn't they realize there were better methods to go about attaining such goods? It was a start, but she had a feeling it was not the full story.
Interrupting her thoughts, Naraku added, "There is one other matter to discuss…"
Sulking along the western outskirts of the village, the side flanked by forest, Kiseki lamented what her father had decided to tell her, "So that is what he has planned." Kiseki could understand Naraku's rational, even before he spelled it out, but it was still an unpleasant revelation. She was not fond of his decision, no matter how she spun it. He only deigned it necessary to fill her in because she had a prominent role to play in his machination; it was her bicentennial, after all. And what a role it was; she would much prefer to just watch the proceedings.
He gave her no choice, which in itself was typical of him; when he settled on a decision, there was no changing his mind. "I'm not even sure what the point of naming an heir is," she ranted to the trees, "we are planning on leaving the country in a century or so, to escape the wars. Mother always talks about how she wants to see the Seven Wonders of the World." She did know, but she still didn't like it. By "declaring" an heir, it showed all that they are there to stay and not to be messed with. If they acted as if they would leave, they would appear weak; the Siamyosho would continue to target them. It was all pretenses.
An ominous rumbled echoed through the sky, drawing Kiseki's sight to the rapidly approaching storm. Perfect, she needed something to lift her spirits, and what better than this, a lightning storm of unnatural origins. Dark clouds rolled in, a haze of rain blurred the vast forest below, and bright flashes of signature lightning announced the arrival of the last surviving thunder demon, Soten. Kiseki launched herself into the top of the highest tree, a prominent position where the aggressive female would see her long before she made it to the village. After all, she was the one that Souten always came after and the reason behind her aggression made dueling her all the more enjoyable.
(A/N: +223 years; 55 years ago)
It was no secret the feelings Soten held for a certain fox. Not that Shippo caught on to her intentions. Perhaps routine "duel to the death" challenges jaded his perception of her, but Kiseki saw the attempts for what they were; that was just Soten's way of getting the heartbreaker's attention. She could hardly be blamed; she grew up an orphan and had no idea how to act.
With her brusque attitude, it was no surprise when Soten took a simple compliment Shippo gave to Kiseki as her key to snagging the interest of her desired mate. Modeling a new blood-red kimono, a slit up her leg and low back, Kiseki explored her newfound maturity. "You'll be beating suitors off with a stick in that," Shippo remarked with a sly grin.
Kiseki laughed, "Well, that is the idea." She looked around before adding in a whisper, "Just don't tell my father; he'll scare them away."
The scene gave Soten the brilliant idea to attain one of those prized kimonos so Shippo would desire her. The problem resided in getting Kiseki to do what she wanted; the stubborn spider was particular, but sources attested that she could not resist a fight. Thus the challenge was issued; a battle would grant her the prize she sought. Soten did not, however, account for the possibility of Kiseki defeating her.
Soten trained; her new goal to defeat Kiseki and attract Shippo drove her to push herself to the limits.
(A/N: +278 years)
Riding sidesaddle on her long bodied dragon, Koryu, Soten declared her challenge once again, "Kiseki, you have no chance at victory! Give up and succumb to my demands this instant!"
"Not likely," Kiseki grinned back from her perch atop the forest canopy. Honestly, she wasn't opposed to crafting for the thunder demon, but these battles were too entertaining to pass up. "You have perfect timing though, I could use a little stress relief."
"Then prepare for defeat," Soten pointed the repaired thunder pike her oldest brother once wielded in threat. Lightning crashed in the background and her eyes glowed red. It was an impressive bit of posturing, but not enough to dissuade this spider.
"Bring it on!" Kiseki drew her companion blades; twin tanto of opposing energies that were sheathed against her forearms, under her billowing sleeves. In her right hand, she wielded carved, demonic bone, and in her left, a blessed, holy blade. Together, they were a force unmatched. There was no a blade she feared pit against her own, save one.
The clash of metallic forces rang over the thundering storm as the thunder pike met with both of Kiseki's blades. Lightning rained down around the airborne thunder demon and treed spider, decimating the nearby foliage. Pushing back and executing an elegant backflip, Kiseki avoided being brought to the ground with the crumbling tree she once stood on. Soten remained in tight pursuit, following the slippery half-demon who seemed capable of getting out of any situation without so much as a scratch. Just when she thought she had her, Kiseki would just vanish into thin air, "Where'd you go? Stop running around and face me!"
"The same could be said for you," her voice echoed from everywhere, making Soten whip her head around rapidly, watching for an attack to come from any direction. "Why don't you come down from the clouds?" Soten growled at the truth of Kiseki's words; she had intentionally been keeping herself out of reach.
"I will win; you are only prolonging your downfall!" Soten declared, starting to sound like a broken record.
Time to up the ante; time to get her mad, "Have you ever even tried telling him that you love him?"
"Wh-what?" Soten stammered in response to Kiseki's jab.
"You know," her mocking voice still coming from nowhere definitive, "it would be so much easier to just tell him." Soten fired a volley of lightning, blindly trying to find her opponent. All she was met with was a laugh. "Perhaps I should tell him for you."
"Don't you dare say a word!" she charged down to the ground, breaking through the canopy, when she caught a glimpse of black slipping through the trees. A taunting chuckle sounded behind her and she sped towards the infuriating spider. "I swear, I'll kill you if you say anything to him."
Blinded by embarrassment, fear, and rage, Soten failed to notice the resistance placed on her limbs until they would no longer move. Kiseki had been busy at work, spinning a trap while Soten avoided her in the sky. Her last task was to lure her opponent into her web; a job made easy by the emotions she could invoke. In the blink of an eye, Kiseki appeared before the bound thunder demon with a blade pointed at her throat. She lost, again.
"Don't worry," Kiseki soothed with a genuine smile, "I won't tell him." Soten let out a breath; she lost, but her secret was still safe. A smirk inched across Kiseki's face as she gave her reason why, "He's not here, yet."
They parted ways, and their observer let himself be known, "Enjoying yourself?" Kiseki knew her father had been watching; he was always watching.
"All she has to do is ask nicely and I would help her out," Kiseki responded with a shrug. "Besides, this is much more fun, especially the part where I get to tease her about her infatuation with Shippo."
Lord Sesshomaru observed as an unnatural storm brewed on the distant horizon. Grey clouds spread ominously and lightning strikes could be seen from his perch high on the mountainside. The anomaly was not in his lands, he could tell that much, but it was not far from his eastern border. There was a chance the being that conjured such a storm would intrude upon his territory and terrorize his subjects; an unacceptable act deserving of death. With protective instincts running strong, he could not allow any harm to come to those that swore allegiance to him. Moving at a leisurely pace, Sesshomaru moved steadily to guard his territory from any and all threats. Curtains of silk billowed softly behind him.
(A/N: Don't fret, Sesshomaru will be a prominent character in this story soon enough; I'm dying to get to that part just as much as you guys want to read it.
Tanto are Japanese daggers/short swords with a blade length of 5 inches-12 inches. I visualize Kiseki's as having very short hilts, just enough for dainty hands to grip, and then a combined (hilt and blade) length of 1 or 2 inches longer than "wrist to elbow," about 12-14 inches total.
They are sheathed on their opposite wielding arm, in enchanted leather sheaths that remain hidden beneath the full sleeves of her kimono. It makes her appear unarmed.)
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