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A/N: Thank you all for reading and reviewing the story. I know you all have been waiting for some Sess/Inu action but there really cannot be a lemon between them in the middle of a hostage situation.
Even so, by my calculations, this is the fourth-last chapter of this story. Thank you for sticking with me so far. I really enjoyed writing this chapter in particular. I hope you all do to. ___________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 32 – A Prison and Prisoners “I have seen sights and travelled in countries you cannot imagine. I have been afraid and I have been in danger, and I have never for one moment thought that I would throw myself at a man for his help.” ¯ Philippa Gregory, The Queen's Fool Kanna circled the grounds slowly, her silvery mirror glowing as she chanted an ancient incantation. Youki of undead demons leaked from the silver prison and out onto the grounds, forming an impenetrable barrier. Youki; that force which could neither be destroyed nor created. Warped by the evil and the magic in the puppet girl’s mirror, the corrupted demonic energy scorched the earth it came into contact with and hovered in the air menacingly. One night; that is all Naraku and Kanna needed to complete the barrier. Sesshoumaru assenting to staying the night made it possible for the Dark Hanyou to secure his plan. Not that Tsukiko’s young boy was strong enough yet to withstand Naraku by himself if it came to that but now, the plan had been foolproofed. Not even the mother would be able to break the barrier that held her precious son and his slave boy imprisoned. The invisible youki rose from the ground and slowly formed a dome high in the sky, sealing the castle off from the outside world. Tsukiko had power and skill and Naraku had magic and everyone knew which was more powerful. No matter how strong the armour, it would not withstand a stab to the back. ___________________________________________________________________________ Inside the castle, Naraku was amused. As soon as Sesshoumaru took a seat opposite him near the bed, the now human hanyou lost no time in bounding off the bed and kneeling at the demon Lord’s feet. That the unfortunate child would prefer the cold wooden floor to the luxurious bed didn’t surprise the dark hanyou; it was a testament to how well the demon Lord had him trained. Tsukiko’s son would obviously know how to keep hanyou in their place. He didn’t fail to notice how Sesshoumaru’s hands automatically found the furry flickering ears to play with, nor how the preoccupied touch made the hanyou blush with happiness. Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru really had the little boy trained like a dog. Naraku was the perfect host, polite and engaging and unfailingly attentive but even as he engaged in pleasant conversation with the man, Sesshoumaru’s senses were tingling. There was something off about this place. The inhabitants of the castle were…odd. The servants scurrying about, the guards he had killed…there was something not quite right with the picture but he couldn’t tell what it was. The castle was blanketed in Naraku’s scent. It was as if the man took a hundred rounds of the place every day which was weird. And then there was the woman; the woman with the ruby red eyes watching them from the shadows. Her face was concealed behind a fan but there was no mistaking the cunning look in her eyes. Naraku, however, ignored her presence so good manners dictated that he did too. And having Inuyasha at his feet again made him realize just how much he could have lost tonight. He made a solemn vow to give the hanyou a punishment he would never forget once they got home. He would keep the idiot chained to his bed if that was what it took to keep him safe. The night passed. It was close to damn when the ruby-eyed girl finally stepped out of the shadows and came to stand before Naraku. Sesshoumaru watched as she waited respectfully for Naraku to finish talking and acknowledge her presence. He deduced she could be nothing more than a servant or a concubine at best but something in her eyes wasn’t quite congruent with those roles. Her eyes were too defiant. When Naraku finally turned towards her, she bowed slightly. “It is done.” Naraku blinked, then smiled, eyes growing cold. “Good.” __________________________________________________________________________ Tsukiko listened to what Kaede had to say with intent attention. The last chapter of Naraku’s human life…the last bit of misfortune that was too much, that pushed him over the edge and into the abyss. The human woman whose love had made Onigumo lose his soul. “She was beautiful,” Kaede reflected, gazing into the dark star-studdend night sky visible from a window and in her mind’s eye, reconstructing Kikyou, with her long flowing hair and porcelain skin and deep, sad eyes. “She is sad because she is a priestess,” a travelling monk once told little Kaede. “Beauty like that is meant for palaces and princes, not the burden of duty and the solitary life of a holy woman. She would have been happy if she’d been born in a palace, where her beauty is a blessing, not a curse.” Little Kaede had not understood then what he’d meant. She understood years later, when she saw covetousness and lust in Onigumo’s eyes, when she saw tall flames lick her sister’s funeral pyre. “Every day, while she tended to him, oblivious of the evil in his mind, he watched her and desired her with that depraved mind of his that had long since forgotten to love, that only wanted to destroy all that was good and pure and unsoiled.” Kaede looked down at her own gnarly fingers wound tight around the long bow that had been her sister’s, that the other priestess had wielded with such ease and grace and power which Kaede herself had barely mastered even after years of rigorous practice and even now, aged more than 50 with almost half a century of practice behind her, she was nowhere near as skilled as Kikyou had been at 15. “I wish I could say that he wasn’t human, him with his foul rotting breath and his evil, evil eyes. But he was. He has a human heart that beats inside his chest, the same twisted heart that made him sell his soul to the demons who gave him everything he ever wanted – life and power.” Tsukiko assimilated this information, adding it to what she already knew of the dark hanyou. “It makes one wonder,” Tsukiko said at length, “If Kikyou hadn’t been kind to the vile human that was onigumo, would the monster Naraku never have been born?” Kaede and closed her eyes and the scene swam before her eyes. The dark, dank cave where Onigumo had lain paralysed on the floor; the hard rocks on which Kikyou had knelt and fed him with her own hands. Onigumo’s eyes had lingered hungrily on Kikyou’s delicate wrists, free from her haori when she reached forward to feed him spoonfuls of soup. “Kikyou should have let the devil burn up inside his own skin and starve to death. It’s what he deserved; I could see it in his eyes. But Kikyou could never do that. She could never let well enough alone. On top of the crushing responsibility already on her young shoulders, she tried to save everyone. She couldn’t bear to see anyone suffer and then it didn’t matter what the cost was to her.” Tsukiko inclined her head. “It was a tragic loss for you, Kaede but it does not help us to reminisce about it. While Naraku roams free, the crime perpetrated on your sister –“ “Do ye think I don’t know that?” Kaede demanded, eyes flashing. “Do ye think I came here to garner sympathy from demons? Kikyou died and with her, died great power…power that could have defeated Naraku.” Tsukiko decided to overlook Kaede’s rude outburst. “Mikos are usually not powerful enough to kill demons of a higher order and certainly not strong hanyou who have human blood mixed with their youki,” she said carefully. “Kikyou was,” Kaede snapped. “There was no one who could rival her in power save perhaps midoriko-sama herself.” Tsukiko frowned. “You said she was only 15 when she died.” “Yes.” Kaede said simply. Tsukiko remained silent for a moment. “Be that as it may,” she said at length. “The priestess is dead and-“ “Have ye heard of the Shikon no Tama?” Kaede asked softly. Tsukiko’s sharp intake of breath was answer enough for her. “Does ye know-“ “Shikon no Tama will grant its possessor, their heart’s desire,” Tsukiko intoned in a voice without inflection. “Yes,” Kaede agreed. “That is why, hanyou and demons alike have sought it for centuries. But there is a curse upon he who wishes on the jewel with selfishness in his heart. He will get what he wished for but tragedy will dog his steps. Shikon no Tama brings nothing but misfortune to those who wish on it and every time a wish is made, the Shikon no Tama will be lost and will have to be sought once again.” Reaching inside her haori, she brought out a small, dusty box. “The Shikon no Tama was rumoured to have suddenly disappeared from this earth soon after Midoriko’s battle,” Tsukiko said, eye riveted on the small box. “No one has so much as felt the presence of the sacred jewel for centuries.” Kaede smiled. “’Tis the secret of mikos. The jewel never disappeared. It was hidden.” Tsukiko’s eyes widened. “You mean-“ Kaede held the box steady in front of Tsukiko and watched her eyes. “Kikyou was not simply the miko of a village. She was charged with the protection of the Sacred Jewel of the Four Souls. And with her power, she sealed it inside this box that shields the world from the energy of the Shikon no Tama. As long as this box remains closed, the presence of Shikon no tama will be hidden from the world.” Tsukiko stared at the small, inconspicuous box in the old woman’s hands. “This – this is truly the shikon no tama?” Kaede watched the demon queen’s eyes for signs of covetousness and greed but there was no sign on either though there was some emotion in them which Kaede couldn’t identify. “Yes,” she replied finally. “This is the Shikon no Tama.” __________________________________________________________________________ It was too late by the time Sesshoumaru became aware of the faint youki permeating the air. In a moment, he was out in the grounds, furious eyes tracing the burned line circling the castle. This energy, it did not seem…alive. His eyes swept the open grounds for the source of the foul energy and landed on the white clad little girl, standing inhumanly still. She didn’t move or flinch even as the demon Lord appeared inches away from her. Kanna’s placid, emotionless eyes gazed up into Sesshoumaru’s furious ones. The demon Lord’s poisonous hand twitched but did not strike; enraged as he was, he wasn’t foolish enough to strike at a mirror. A mirror, however realistic, only reflected. The true source of the reflections was elsewhere. Turning away from her, Sesshoumaru raised Tokijin straight above his head and struck the thin, dark line on the ground with power enough to fell a hundred demons in one blow. The barrier glowed for a moment and then the sword’s power was absorbed. Naraku appeared in the doorway of his beautiful castle, smiling dementedly, followed by a frightened looking Inuyasha. “I hope you do not mind being my guest…my Lord.” From the shadows of the castle, Kagura watched her master fight the white-clad Lord. She could not seem to take her eyes off of him. In her hollow chest, there was a feeling she hadn’t known she could have. This man…this man was what she’d been waiting for though she hadn’t known it herself. Ruby red eyes followed his every movement. “What have you done?” Sesshoumaru hissed, turning angrily on the smirking hanyou. Inuyasha stumbled out from behind Naraku and ran to his Master. “The power of youki from the other world,” Naraku smiled gesturing at Kanna, watching the frightened Inuyasha amusedly. “What goes into the void is lost forever. If you look into the mirror, you will lose your soul. The youki of demons who were lost now encircles my castle. You may try to break it if you wish but Sesshoumaru-sama must know that what does not belong in this world cannot be hurt by weapons of this world.” “Why?” Sesshoumaru asked neutrally. Naraku’s smile widened. “You can ask your mother that when she gets here.” “Haha-ue and Chichi-ue do not know where I am,” Sesshoumaru told him. Naraku laughed. “They will know when I tell them.” __________________________________________________________________________ The frightened guard at the palace gates clutched the feather he’d been given tightly in his hands and ran to the chambers where Lady Tsukiko has ordered she was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. On trembling legs, he stood outside the doors of the chamber, debating which would be worse for him – disobeying his lady’s commands or failing to deliver the message of the strange woman who had showed up at their door. He imagined Lady Tsukiko’s fury if anything happened to their prince, and decided it would be the latter. ___________________________________________________________________________ Lady Tsukiko frowned as the doors of her chambers were hesitantly opened and a boy who looked ready to wet his pants appeared in the doorway. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded imperiously. The guard flinched. “F-forgive me, my lady, but it is about Sesshoumaru-sama.” ___________________________________________________________________________ “The fool!” Tsukiko cursed, slamming her fist into the arm of her cushioned chair and making a hole clean through the wood. “It is a trap, milady,” Kaede said, watching her carefully. “Of course it is,” Tsukiko snapped. “But I don’t have a choice, do I?” Kaede stood up. “Take me with you.” Tsukiko turned to her sharply. “What?” Kaede held up the box. “I can be of use.” Tsukiko turned away. “Don’t be foolish,” she snapped. “The wishes made on Shikon no Tama never did anyone any good. You said it yourself.” “I do not intend to wish on it,” Kaede whispered. Tsukiko looked up from where she had been adjusting her sword at her waist. Kaede met her eyes. “Wishing is not the only thing the jewel can be used for.” “No?” Tsukiko asked disbelievingly. “The battle that rages in the heart of the shikon no tama has generated power that can destroy whole kingdoms, if awakened,” Kaede told her. “I doubt the beating heart of Naraku will fare much better.” “And how do you intend to get it into Naraku’s heart?” Tsukiko asked amusedly, discreetly looking the hunched old woman over, a look that was not missed by the miko. Kaede reached back and pulled an arrow out of her quiver. “If Kikyou were alive, she could have destroyed Naraku with only her own holy powers. But alas, these old hands aren’t cursed with such power. My power is only that of a simple village miko, but if my arrow has the power of the Shikon no Tama behind it, my miko powers will ensure that it lodges in the vile beast’s heart.” For a moment, Tsukiko watched her. She was a priestess but she was human and old and old humans generally never amounted to much. But she could see the other woman’s resolve, the rage of unfulfilled revenge in her eyes and the lady of the West knew. Tsukiko inclined her head. “Come then, and we will go find my hot-headed son.” __________________________________________________________________________ Inuyasha felt his heart stop for a moment when the Lady and Lord of the Western Lands arrived at the barrier, decked in battle armour, eyes flashing. They looked like enraged gods come to reign justice on reprobates. Naraku laughed. “Welcome Lady Tsukiko,” he mocked, “I am flattered that you remember me. And Lord Inu no Taisho, I presume. The legends do not do you justice.” Tsukiko and Taisho ignored him, instead surveying the land with an experienced eye. “Sesshoumaru,” Tsukiko said sharply, and the young prince looked up at her, face expressionless. “The mirror,” he replied simply and Tsukiko let her eyes rest on the pale girl standing motionless behind her master. Inu no Taisho unsheathed tessaiga and touched the tip of it to the barrier. It crackled and sparked angrily. “Undead souls,” he whispered. “You blocked the path of so many innocent souls simply to furnish this barrier.” “Pardon me for not having my Lord’s sense of compassion,” Naraku smiled, eyes sparkling dangerously. “I only take what I need. After all, it is the nature of demons, is it not?” He glanced slyly at Tsukiko. “I am sure my lady would agree.” The blast of energy Tsukiko directed towards the barrier made no impact on it at all except to make Naraku laugh. “Try all that you wish,” Naraku invited. “This barrier cannot be broken. Sesshoumaru-dono’s fate is…unenviable.” “Everything that is made can be broken,” Inu no Taisho stated, sheathing tessaiga slowly. “Regardless of my son’s foolishness and ineptitude –“ For once, Sesshoumaru’s face betrayed his surprise, fingers tightening over Tokijin’s hilt, an action that Inu no Taisho’s watchful eye did not miss. “- despite my son’s ineptitude, this ends here.” The young prince watched as, for the first time in his memory, his father unsheathed the other blade at his waist, the thin, ordinary looking blade called tenseiga. Naraku smiled. “A weapon of the other world to fight other worldly opponents; it is an admirable strategy, but I am afraid it won’t work.” Before anyone could blink, Taisho had slammed forward with tenseiga into the barrier. It was a powerful blow, one that would have cut through several layers of steel but the barrier seemed to liquefy and then absorb the impact of the sword, leaving no indent. The place where Taisho’s hand came in contact with a miniscule portion of the barrier, his skin sizzled, leaving a dark burn. “And why is that,” Inu no Taisho asked almost conversationally, his calm tone belied by the slight breathlessness in his voice. “Because,” Naraku answered, smiling condescendingly. “Your opponent isn’t other worldly. The souls form the barrier but I am the one who owns them. I separated the souls from their bodies. I forged a barrier out of the strongest force on earth – pain and discontent.” Tsukiko’s searching eyes found Kanna, standing motionless and impassive. “A mirror child,” she said disgustedly, looking back at Naraku. “Have you truly fallen so low, Naraku?” Naraku smiled deprecatingly. “Not everyone can be as perfect as you, my lady. Some of us have to make use of…less savoury means to get what we want.” “You always were drawn to the unsavoury, Naraku,” Tsukiko smiled coldly. “But it is all that can be expected of a half-breed, I suppose.” Next to Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha clutched reflexively at his Master’s hakama and flinched. “I’m sorry,” Inuyasha whispered, tears brimming in his eyes. Sesshoumaru glanced down at Inuyasha. “I’m sorry…this is all my fault,” Inuyasha bowed his head, forehead touching the demon Lord’s boots. “Forgive me I-“ “Be quiet,” Sesshoumaru ordered harshly, looking intently at the battle taking place above their heads. “This does not concern you.” Inuyasha gasped, recoiling as though he’d been struck. “Yes, master,” he whispered blankly, bowing his head. “So here we are,” Naraku continued, looking serenely up at his opponents. “Each on different sides of the battle, just like old times, ne Tsukiko-sama?” When the king and the queen remained silent, Naraku looked from them to Sesshoumaru. “Won’t you ask me to let him go?” he asked. “You cannot get in and they cannot come out. Won’t you beg for the lives of your only son and heir…your highness?” Tsukiko smiled coldly. “It would seem you do not know me as well as you claim to.” Naraku raised an eyebrow. “You would abandon your son for the sake of your pride and victory?” Tsukiko blinked. “It would serve him right for being a disobedient brat.” Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth. “I did not ask you for help. I am perfectly capable of defeating vermin like this one.” “This does not concern you either, Sesshoumaru,” Tsukiko answered, “This is my fight, something I left unfinished a long time ago. And you were irresponsible enough to allow this man to use you as a pawn.” “It became my fight when Naraku took what belonged to me,” Sesshoumaru told his mother. “I am nobody’s pawn. For laying a hand on what is mine, this man has to be punished.” Tsukiko tsked impatiently. “Your little slave is not all that this dark hanyou had in mind when he trapped you here, you stupid boy.” Tsukiko’s long, razor sharp sword flashed warningly a she unsheathed it in one flawless movement. “Now step aside and let me finish what began so many years ago.” Sesshoumaru slowly raised Tokijin, pointing it in Naraku’s face, all the while looking into his mother’s eyes. “No.” Above them, Taisho’s eyes narrowed. “That sword…where did you get it?” Sesshoumaru glanced up at his father. “If my Lord did not have so little faith in his son’s abilities as to seal tessaiga off, I would not have had to procure this myself.” “You are spoiled, used getting whatever you desire” Taisho answered coldly. “It is high time you learned you cannot always have what you want. Tessaiga is not yours. You are not strong enough to wield a weapon of such power.” In the pre-dawn darkness, the blade in Sesshoumaru’s hands glinted a dull red. “Tokijin is stronger by far than tessaiga.” Tsukiko raised an eyebrow. “Tokijin? You do would go against the commands of your father and I and do something as moronic as coming out here tonight; you would wield a blade called Tokijin. You have disappointed us, Sesshoumaru.” The slight widening of his eyes was the only indication of Sesshoumaru’s shock. “Every moment since birth, you have trained me to fight,” Sesshoumaru bit out. “As the future Lord of the West, I need to be strong, that is what you said.” Purple stripes elongated as Sesshoumaru lost control. Tokijin glowed a brighter crimson with every word. “Being defeated is not an option. Losing is not acceptable. This is what is ingrained in every fibre of my being and now, when I fight, you tell me I cannot. I have fought in wars on your orders, and now, when I chose to fight this man, you tell me I will lose.” “You are not strong enough, Sesshoumaru,” Tsukiko said sharply. “You have taken on a fight you are not powerful enough to win. Do not expect somebody to come to your rescue each time you blunder.” “What makes you certain it was a blunder?” Sesshoumaru demanded. “Was it all for nothing, everything I have prepared for all my life? Was it all a farce so that when the time came, I would shirk from a fight like a coward?” “You can win, Sesshoumaru,” Taisho said, “You can and you have won battles. But not this one, not one you are not prepared for.” “You cannot pick my battles for me,” Sesshoumaru whispered, his anger swirling around him darkly. Kagura felt the powerful energy on her skin and shivered. Yes, she had been waiting for this man. She had known and fought a million youkai, all who fell to her dance of blades within seconds and never had she felt youki as strong as this. She could feel his power thrumming through the air, she could taste it on her tongue. He tasted like freedom. Tsukiko raised an eyebrow at Sesshoumaru’s display. “So arrogant,” she mused. “Do you think you can do this on your own, whelp, with that insolent attitude and a second rate sword?” Inuyasha felt the hurt and anger in his Master’s aura intensify and reached out hesitantly to touch him. The kick in his chest sent him skidding to the other end of the ground. Human Inuyasha clutched at his chest, gasping for breath as the force of his Master’s kick pressed crushingly on his lungs. A black bruise was already forming and Inuyasha found himself unable to sit up from where he had fallen. “I didn’t ask you to come for me,” Sesshoumaru said, voice deepening as his youkai surfaced. In his hands, tokijin glowed brightly. “I want no favours from you, mother.” Naraku watched the gasping child, then turned amused eyes back on Sesshoumaru. “Well, not such a kind master after all, then.” Tokijin was pointed between his eyes and the demon Lord’s eyes were called. “I have never claimed to be kind.” The blast from Tokijin pierced Naraku’s chest where is heart should have been. The body and robes covering it blew to smithereens but the smiling face never changed. Sesshoumaru’s face remained impassive, even as debris of flesh and bone and blood rained around him. “So it is true then. You have no heart.” Naraku laughed; his body was already beginning to regenerate. “A heart is only a weakness. I rid myself of mine a long time ago.” Tsukiko glanced discreetly behind her at the dragon hovering a distance away carrying the priestess on its back, out of Naraku’s range of sight and smell. It was a good thing they had an ace in the hole or this battle was as good as lost. Below them, Sesshoumaru continued to blast the rapidly regenerating body of Naraku. An entire layer of bit of flesh was being formed on the ground. Sesshoumaru himself was covered in the gore from head to foot, his silk robes ruined. Naraku’s eyes were fixed on Sesshoumaru’s enraged ones. The young man’s fury and outside, Tsukiko and her mate’s helplessness were like water to his parched soul. Yes, it was only right that they feel a little bit of the anger and the injustice of what he had suffered all those years. After losing everything, it was only right that he won the one battle that was most important to the cold hearted bitch. “When you lose,” Naraku whispered, eyes boring into Sesshoumaru’s. “When you lose, everything that was yours will be mine.” “I will not lose to the likes of you!” Sesshoumaru snarled, eyes beginning to bleed red. The pieces of flesh on the ground trembled, and Sesshoumaru glanced down to see his feet ensnared in the pulsing flesh that was inching systematically up his legs. He sliced through it with Tokijin but it reformed, undeterred. Sly eyes slid to the hanyou child. “Inuyasha will have a better master. I look forward to breaking that undefiled body and spirit. Inuyasha’s screams as I take him…will be beautiful.” “No,” Inuyasha whispered, “Lady Tsukiko and Inu no Taisho are the most powerful beings in the world. Sesshoumaru –sama can’t lose with them on his side.” “They will lose.” Inuyasha turned around at the bell-like voice to see Kanna standing next to him, watching the fighting impassively. The girl had no scent and no aura. Inuyasha was frightened. “What?” Inuyasha asked. “What did you say?” Kanna looked at him impassively. “Tsukiko and Inu no Taisho’s time has come. This is a fight they cannot win. They will lose and Sesshoumaru…will be no more.” “No!” Inuyasha shouted, stumbling to his feet. “He can’t…he won’t lose. Sesshoumaru-sama has never lost to anyone.” But even as he said it, he remembered the night at the sea when Tsukiko and Inu no Taisho had taught him how to fight. He had barely been able to make a scratch on the two demons. “Tsukiko-sama and Taisho-sama won’t let anything happen to him,” Inuyasha repeated desperately. “They will lose,” Kanna repeated. “They will try and try and they will risk everything and fight with all their strength and they will lose. This battle belongs to Naraku.” ___________________________________________________________________________ A/N: Review please!While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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