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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. Also, there will be character deaths in this story at a later time.
Chapter 31: Shiny
As more guests arrived, Naraku was very strict on his instructions; no one, under any circumstance, was to kill the Siamyosho queen. If she became aggressive, she would be taken prisoner, but aside from that singular scenario, she would be left free to leave.
This declaration was met with a chorus of displeasure. Why would they possibly refrain from eliminating the murderous queen? It was the same reason why she would not think twice about showing up unguarded; her life was inconsequential.
The queen's role was to help the hive thrive, and if she were to be killed, a new queen would be selected to take her place. A new queen would be a nearly identical sister or daughter, depending on when the eggs were laid and by whom. Killing one, even if it were the queen, would do no harm to the nest as a whole. They needed to find her hive; that was the only way to eradicate them. And in order to do this, they needed to follow her home.
The final preparations were being made for tonight's events, the great hall was decorated to Kiseki's taste, meaning silken webs strung throughout the overhead space. Crystals of adamant, courtesy of Inuyasha, were hung at various heights and acted as weights. Light filtered through the windows at just the right angles to glisten off the diamond prisms, alighting the room in every color. The spectacle was truly one to behold, and would only appear more ethereal under moonlight. Walking across the lines as one final perusal, Kiseki nodded to herself; this would do.
A glance out the window at the sun's position was enough to see that there were only a few hours until sunset. All the verbally invited guests had arrived, resting in rooms and exploring the grounds, for demons did not need to sleep. Half-demons, like herself on the other hand, still required rest once or twice a week, but she slept only a day ago. Taking a deep breath, she expressed appreciation for the tranquility the empty room provided; it would not last.
Only a few short hours later found the same room bustling with activity. Demons, half-demons, and a few humans moved around the floor; some spoke of recent events, others indulged in the full spread of food and sake, and a few took advantage of the low music, dancing to the rhythm. Being part spider, dancing came naturally to Senzai, who was all over the floor. Unlike his father and siblings, however, his demonic aura was so miniscule it did not trigger his instincts or make him go wild like it would the rest of his family. Kiseki could feel her muscles twitch as the temptation to dance tugged at her, but she never would; she never could afford to give in.
Experienced hostess as she was, Kagome greeted each of her guests and made sure life had been treating them well. That didn't mean she liked what she heard. Kouga and Ayame were still having problems, and intoxicated on sake, Kouga let it slip that since Ayame wouldn't let him touch her, he had to resort to using a concubine. Her flare of power got every demon's attention except the one it was directed at.
"I thought you said, 'Wolves mate for life,' " she countered, appalled at his infidelity. Ginta and Hakkaku tried to come to their leader's aid, explaining that they could only produce pups with one mate, but it was acceptable to seek pleasure elsewhere. Mating season was the only time they became fertile, so it was easy enough to avoid unwanted pregnancies. All they succeeded in doing was pissing her off further. Her blood boiled even further when she learned that the reason Ayame wouldn't rut with her mate was because she was currently with pups, heavily so, back at the den. She had every right to refuse and not be replaced for it.
Stomping off and trying to shake the anger out of her mind, Kagome scanned the room for someone else to talk to. She hadn't greeted Inuyasha yet. "Well, you look like you are having a good time," he looked up with a mouth full of noodles. It was almost exactly like the ramen he loved so much; it was the closest she could get to replicating the recipe for him.
He slurped up the pieces dangling from his mouth, "You should make this more often."
"Is Shiori coming?" she inquired, not seeing the gentle bat demon anywhere. Inuyasha had only run into her about two or three decades ago, and since then, he had been "away" far more often.
A blush tinged his cheeks at the mention of the woman he liked before he explained how she requested to stay away and avoid confrontation. Her timid personality was not meant for battle. There was no telling what would happen tonight.
"Well, I certainly hope to see little half-demon, bat-dogs before too long," her direct comment caused him to choke and ramen to fly from his mouth and nose. 'Perhaps I'm more like my mother than I thought.'
"Kiseki, over here," Tamari motioned the black-clad recluse to join in the festivities. Slipping down from the suspended webs, she landed gracefully on bare feet. Even when the occasion called for it, she just couldn't bring herself to wear shoes of any sort; they dulled her ability to sense vibrations through the ground. "This is Masuka (Masuku = Mask)," Tamari introduced the female raccoon demon she was currently conversing with.
"Hachi's daughter, correct?" Kiseki asked of Masuka.
"That'd be it," she affirmed with a bubbly attitude.
The stark contrast between the two already had Tamari questioning the sanity of this introduction. "So, got your sights on anyone, Kiseki?" Tamari teased to get the conversation flowing.
"You know what would happen if I did," she reminded, forcing her voice to remain casual.
Tamari's expression showed she was thinking, before the answer came to her, "Oh, yeah, you're a spider. I almost forgot."
"What does that have to do with anything," Masuka asked, having limited knowledge of arachnids.
After a glance at Kiseki to get permission, an expression that said "if you must," Tamari relayed the information in a whisper, "She would eat her partner after the deed was done. So she keeps her distance."
"Yikes!" Masuka exclaimed. "Remind me never to get it on with a spider."
"It's just the females that have this issue," Kiseki reassured, not that full-spider demons deviated from their own very often. They would sooner eat someone (same species or not) than rut for pleasure. Her father being part human, and passing that along, was the only reason he and his youngest son kept a civil side to them.
"I feel sorry for you," Masuka shook her head, "never being able to experience the pleasures of a good rut."
"I don't need anyone;" Kiseki tried to brush off the sentiment, "I'm fine by myself."
"You poor girl, you have no idea what you're missing," Masuka continued to dwell on something Kiseki would rather not think about.
Diverting the conversation, Kiseki supplied, "If I do ever decide to conceive, I'll just have to find someone disposable." Her nature was why she could not let herself feel, why she could not love...
Masuka elaborated on the thoughts in Kiseki's head, "How horrible would that be, to kill someone you love…"
"Don't listen to her," Tamari stopped the dialogue before her friend lost her temper. "I'm sure you'll find a way around it someday."
"If not, I can point out a few choice candidate's for you to fuck and eat," Masuka tried to lighten the mood she caused with a joke. "Do you have a taste preference?" The duel meaning on the word taste had both girls giggling. "I know a few- Ooh, Shiny!" Without an explanation, Masuka went dashing off after her visual distraction.
"And there she goes again," Tamari tittered at the raccoon's penchant for "shiny" things. See, shiny did not only mean sparkly objects, which lined the entire room in abundance, it was also her word for something even more visually appealing.
"I bet that's a real shiny sword you got there," Masuka asked of the silver-haired dog demon she spotted from across the room, "mind showing it off for me?" Thrown off by the question, but proud of Tessaiga, Inuyasha did as the strange female asked and drew the fang. "Ooh, it's so big. Are you skilled with it?" Innuendo dripped unnoticed from her smooth tongue, as her eyes were conspicuously not looking at the fang.
"Of course I am," Inuyasha boasted, puffing out his chest and looking at the sword in his hand more than the raccoon.
"I'd wager your other sword would be just as impressive," he finally caught on to what she had been getting at the whole time. Ears plastered flat to his head and his "deer in the headlights" look had Kiseki and Tamari laughing at his misfortune.
"Oh, I needed that," Kiseki continued to watch him try to get away from the overly forward female.
"Hey, where's that cute fox anyways; I haven't seen him around lately," Tamari asked as she scanned the room. "I was sure he would be here for your bicentennial. You two always acted so inseparable."
"Shippo?" Kiseki verbally stumbled. Tamari was looking for Shippo? Sure, he wasn't little anymore; in fact, he had grown into quite the Casanova. "He's still training; it's been almost 5 centuries now. He said he'd be back as soon as he passed his exam; I wonder what is so difficult to take him this long." The brief thought that maybe he hadn't returned because he was no longer breathing crossed her mind but she shook it away the second it showed. She would not believe him dead; Shippo was stronger than that.
"I guess I'll have to find some other entertainment then," she waved and began "hunting."
With a bittersweet smile, Kiseki noted how everyone in the room had someone, or preferred to have many, but she could never have anyone. She was happy for them, she really was; the room was filled with varying degrees of benevolence and- No! Wait, it wasn't. The discordant touch of vengeful intent zinged across her senses. She could not read minds like her father, or feel emotions like her mother, but what she inherited instead was vague sensations of the intentions of those around her.
On edge amongst friends, she scanned the room for the cause when she felt the vibrated communication from her father, "They're here." The Siamyosho had arrived.
"Their intentions are dark," Kiseki verified Naraku's earlier suspicions.
With sure steps, a broad-chested demon waltzed into the hall with a stunning, but passive looking, female on his arm. Kiseki was brought back to Naraku's explanation of their dynamics. "Do not be fooled; the Siamyosho 'Lord' is just a front," he had elucidated. "It's the queen that pulls the strings." The drone was little more than her current toy and ploy to confuse the male-dominant species. Apparently, the queen did not know spiders were also female-dominant.
"Introducing, Lord Bazu (Buzz) and Lady Suzume (suzumebachi = hornet) of the Siamyosho," the human doorman declared after acquiring their names, then carefully inched away from them. His only job had been to make it appear as if anyone could attend and announce if the Siamyosho did.
Being the closest to the door, Kiseki was the first approached by the pair of wasps. Her calculating eyes catalogued every detail she could find; searching for any clue that could be found to indicate motive or weakness in their gait. Twin, narrow wings lay draped down their backs, delicate looking things that could be purified with ease, but that also predetermined flight; antennae feelers sprouted from their foreheads, indicating a type of sensory specialization beyond the average demon. Aside from those deviations, there was nothing abnormal or impressive about either one. Both were draped in bold silken garments, reds, blacks, and yellows that clashed chaotically, and on the queen, that billowed out making her backside look significantly larger. Kiseki wondered if those were the very same silk bolts pillaged from her people's caravans.
The trait that stood out the most, however, was the queen's hate-filled eyes. It was detestation far deeper than simply wanting to harvest a resource. "You are the reputed Lady Spinnerette, are you not?" the wasp referred to the alias used in conjunction with Kiseki's silk-spinning abilities. It was a name that had originally been dubbed as a joke, but that stuck with her and eventually became her "calling card" of sorts. Suzume's voice was tinged with both intrigue and malevolence. Kiseki was immediately on guard.
"That I am," Kiseki responded cautiously, unable to stem the subtle vibrations of alarm coming off of her body.
"I wish to bestow upon you, the honor of making a raiment of fitting worth for myself, Queen Suzume of the Siamyosho," the vespa spoke as if she was addressing the lowest of commoner.
A non-reaction couldn't be had if she tried; the declaration, the pompous attitude, it took Kiseki by complete disbelief, "Excuse me?"
"You are excused for your lack of comprehension;" the arrogant queen dismissed with a wave of her hand, "I shall simplify my words. You will make me a kimono, perhaps something like that butterfly over yonder wears." Her clawed finger pointed towards Tamari and her newly completed ensemble.
Kiseki's mouth fell open; the nerve of this, this… "Let me make it clear, my skills are not for hire," using every ounce of self-control she had left, she kept her voice monotonously even.
"You could have a very comfortable life as my personal seamstress," the queen pressed further.
"You think my life here is not comfortable?" the pitch of Kiseki's voice elevated, her anger attempting to emerge. She really had the odds stacked against her; between her emotionally impulsive mother and her violence prone father, Kiseki inherited a nasty temper. To top it all off, as the queen spoke about Kiseki being a personal servant, the Lord "toy" at her side was directing a sickening leer at her body. The lewd intent rolled off him, making his thoughts clear.
The scene did not go unnoticed, and knowing his daughter as he did, Naraku made sure to intervene before she exploded. "Ah, Naraku," the Siamyosho queen addressed, not giving any mind to the younger spider storming off, "we were just talking about you and your sure to be long and prosperous reign…" It would seem he arrived just in time to prevent a meltdown.
"You know, I bet that would really get under Naraku's skin," Kouga remarked to his right and left hand men. Sipping at the sake he had already partaken far too much of, he was not in his right mind. His eyes followed the stunning form, black silk billowing under an unseen wind, as she made to distance herself from those she last spoke to. Kiseki, daughter to that corrupt spider and the beautiful Kagome, glided across the room effortlessly. She had grown. Last time he saw her was prior to her reaching maturity; a bratty child that spent the visit mocking him and inciting play chases.
"What would?" Hakkaku answered his alpha's murmur.
"His daughter," Kouga smirked, thinking about how Naraku would react.
"What about her?" Ginta pressed. It was their job to keep him from doing anything stupid, such as pissing off Kagome like he had earlier. The challenge was getting the dolt to listen to them.
"She'd probably be quite the feisty tail too," he took another sip.
"Kouga, you're not seriously thinking about chasing after Kiseki, are you?" Hakkaku chimed in as Ginta was too shocked to speak. Chasing Kiseki was suicide, for three reasons: Naraku, Kagome, and Kiseki herself!
"Wouldn't that hurt Kagome too?" Ginta tried to reason with him.
"She does really look like Kagome, doesn't she..." Kouga's mind whirled faster as he noted the similarities. Both had flowing black hair, innocent face, and petite frame; yes, he could easily see Kagome in Kiseki.
"I don't think it's a very smart idea, Kouga," Hakkaku stood his ground, but there was no getting through to Kouga; he had way too much to drink.
Kouga smirked and set his bowl down, "I want her."
(A/N: I like Kouga; I really do. But I need someone to play the roll of idiot, and Inuyasha has already been through his fair share of abuse.)
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