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Chapter 33
For hours now Sesshomaru had been threading
threw the dense foliage in the deepest parts of Inuyasha�s forest. The late
afternoon sun was hot and his armor was becoming a hindrance, as well as his
sword and pelt that got caught in almost every little branch.
Usually, he was able to walk through any woods
without so much as cracking a twig. Today however, it was not the case.
Irritation was starting to build up inside him, but he was patient enough to
tolerate this and control himself until he met his goal. He was trailing
Kitana�s scent since he set foot on the ground, and this was the reason of his
predicament.
The girl apparently knew nothing about walking
in animal tracks, even after months of travelling with him in deep woods. Every
animal of the forest, be they dears, bears, wolves and even down to rabbits and
grouses, would never walk into the thick of the woods. These simple minded
animals with an intellect just high enough to harbor some instinctual behaviors
knew that it was a risky way of locomotion: if the noises didn�t attract
predators, then exhaustion would get them for it was very difficult to walk in
these parts. It was easy enough to locate those tracks made after years of use
by the local fauna and walk in them, as he always did.
Kitana had disregarded those very simple
principles, as her subtle scent was telling him. Oh, the girl was probably
travelling through the canopy, but nonetheless it was an ordeal to follow her.
The taiyoukai could have jumped into the higher branches as well; in fact he
did it at first. But he quickly changed idea: tracking was easier on the ground
where the soil had absorbed the so few molecules that attested of her passage,
and he was a little heavy to hide atop the trees. His footing was sure even
with boots on, but he couldn�t run and jump like she surely did while following
her smell; he had to stop regularly to assess if he was still on her tracks,
and those pauses put too much strain on the tree limbs.
He first tracked the marten, as her musky scent
was easily recognizable, but he soon discovered they parted ways not much
longer after leaving the castle. At some point before they separated he had
also smelled other scents, those of inuyoukai and maybe fox and they followed
Kitana�s track. She had somehow led her pursuers away from the marten, deep
into these rough woods, and for this reason he was thus reduced to walk a snail
pace through thickets even a goat wouldn�t enter.
He was surprised not to feel any kind of worry
for the situation of the black creature; his trust in her was more solid than
ever before, and after an hour of tracking her he finally confirmed the legitimacy
of his faith in her when he found a sleeping dog youkai. The guy was wearing
the uniform of his mother�s personal army and even a well-placed kick in the
ribs did not wake him up. Later on, he found three others, all of them deeply asleep,
and he left them be.
These soldiers were way behind him now, having
diverted from Kitana�s path a short moment ago, but apparently she continued ahead
in an area as dirty as the rest of the woods he went through. It was easy
enough to forget about this whole predicament for the simple pleasure of
placing his feet where he wanted them to be, on a ground not covered by white
marble and in a forest so deep he couldn�t see past the few trees ahead of him.
No unobstructed view where you could see that the whole universe was resumed in
a handful of buildings scattered across a courtyard. It felt so good to be free
again, to regain his control over his own life, that he was ready to travel
miles across the dirtiest forest without complaints.
His first thoughts when he left the castle were
about Rin. He finally decided against seeking her, not for her safety since the
child was present in most battles that he fought, but for the sake of not
loosing time. He knew Kitana was waiting for him somewhere and he did not want
to postpone the results of her plan to get the child back.
The meeting with his mother�s advisors had been
a huge farce, and he still had difficulties recalling what happened without
seeing his temper flare.
When he set foot into the dining room where the
assembly was convoked, he was first shocked by the small amount of people in
presence. The courtyard had been teeming with life on the last evening with all
the spies and messengers sent to give information about Naraku, while at the
reunion only one or two out of ten were present. The demonic music that Kitana
unleashed at the feast totally exhausted most of the guests. A majority of them
had left the grounds at first light, at least those who had some carriage in
which they could sleep the way home. Those who were present at the reunion had
either arrived late this morning or had woken up mere moments before the
meeting with sleep still etched on their features as they sat around the long
table. Apparently the generals obtained the information they needed before
everybody flew from the castle, for even the messengers in presence were
sitting a step back from the table, behind the general that they depended on.
To his utmost displeasure, the intelligence he
gathered was finally very scant. The generalities went on for half an hour
before the real discussions started; apparently every one of the spies wanted
its region of origin to be well known before giving away anything they knew
about the whereabouts of the hanyou Naraku. Almost every part of Japan
was represented, down to the most remote swamps or snow-covered mountains. At
last, when finally the subject of Naraku came he was greatly disappointed by
the results; apparently no one in the vast network controlled by his mother had
anything to say about the spider. He did not utter a word in the whole meeting,
his mother being the one asking the questions in that reunion, but it did not
matter; she asked for what he wished to know, for unexplained disappearance of
high ranked youkai, devastated human settlements or huge gatherings of lower
youkai abandoning their turfs to travel in huge masses in the skies. She even
thought about the toxic effects of Naraku�s miasma on the trees and
shrubberies, but to his dismay even this was not observed by the youkai in
presence. He knew some definitely lied, but as the spies had the presence of
mind to send messengers in their stead, it was impossible to find and punish
the liars: the messengers only repeated what they were told to say, and did not
know of the veracity of their words.
He had finally left the place frustrated and
disappointed; had he known that his mother would be so inefficient at sniffing
out his enemy, had he known all the trouble he would have to get through to
obtain nothing more than a bunch of lies and misleading information, he would
have refrained from ever going back to that damned castle. The only thing
remotely interesting that happened on his stay was the revelation of the link
between Kitana and his father, and the words of the turtles. Even this information
he preferred not to think about for he felt they might very well spell trouble
for his friend from space.
He still felt the heavy looks his mother sent
him along the reunion. She was angry at her son, justifiably so, but she was
too much of a lady to scold him publicly. He thanked her upbringings many times
during the meeting; he had had enough of being humiliated by her words for centuries
to come. He would not have endured it anymore.
He thought about the reason behind her anger
while navigating around the roots of a fallen tree, one that had seen probably
as many summers as he did. Yes, had he been much younger he would have received
a good spanking for his actions. A devilish smirk came to his lips as he
replayed the whole scene in his mind.
SSSSS
When he finally left his chambers after taking
a long bath that left him clean of any remnants of blood and down, it was about
mid-morning. He was a mere observer on this morning, not knowing exactly what
Kitana had in mind to convince his mother and knowing it was best that way, for
he needed to be genuinely surprised for the lady to believe in the clash
between her son and the onyx skinned predator. He had the feeling though that
it would not be the most pleasant surprise, and he braced himself for it.
He did not have much to do on this morning;
speaking to Medved the Russian bear came to his mind, but he dismissed the idea
immediately. He could not suffer the big oaf and whatever would unfold today
would do so without his intervention.
He wandered on the courtyard in the general
direction of Kitana�s lodgings when he heard a group of youkai ushering
somewhere behind a building. He approached the corner where they were hiding
with no intention of modifying his path to accommodate their need for secrecy;
nor did he want to eavesdrop, for the antics of the commoners were of no
concern to him.
However, he changed his mind right as he was about
to round the corner when one of the youkai mentioned a black-skinned female, a
newcomer in the castle. He froze in his tracks and took some time to understand
what was being said.
�I tell you those girls are lovers! Yoshi saw
them this morning, and they were not hiding themselves at all, kissing like
they were all alone! I wanna see that, guys, so it�s up to you if you come or
not, but I�m going! This black girl is a total whore, I wouldn�t-�
The youkai�s phrase was caught short when
Sesshomaru�s Tokijin appeared a hair�s width away from his throat. A tiny
rivulet of blood descended slowly along his neck, testifying how close he had
been to have his head severed from the rest of his person. The guy, an oni
taller than Sesshomaru by an arm�s length, was waiting for his newly found
enemy to either kill him, or explain himself.
The taiyoukai fiercely eyed the pitiful group
of onis, two of them being smaller than he was with brownish skin and tattered clothing
made of untanned animal skins; they reeked of putrefied flesh and unkempt
bodies. The one he had under the edge of his blade was not very different;
taller, his flesh the color of algae and mud, he sported a horn in the middle
of his forehead. The horn gave the impression that he was squint, or maybe it
was because the guy couldn�t detach his eyes from the weapon that threatened
his life; a repulsive creature that did not have the right to use words such as
whore when talking about Kitana.
He then returned his whole attention to the one
who was speaking before his entrance. The impassivity of his features always
made his enemies uneasy, and that one was no exception; it wasn�t long until he
started to shake, his skin becoming paler as each second went by.
�This Sesshomaru wants to know who you were
talking about, and the place she can be found.�
The two midgets didn�t dare to usher a word;
better not become the center of the inuyoukai�s attention. It was the large one
who finally mustered his courage and spoke.
�The black-skinned woman, you must have heard
of her� We arrived only this morning, but we were told that two days ago she
totally trashed one of the high ranking soldiers to a pulp, some chick named Psy
or Spy. Now she is hanging out at the dojo with her and they are more than
close friends, if you get what I mean��
Without a word, Sesshomaru put his sword back
in his sash and went his way, in the direction of the dojo.
It wasn�t long until he could see others
gathering at the said location; the onis he just threatened were discreetly
trailing after him, unable to resist the temptation their friend spoke about.
The courtyard was empty compared to the previous day, but it was still much livelier
than on a usual day. Some new youkai messengers were arriving at the main
entrance, climbing the stairs or flying over them, and after checking in their
first reflex was to follow whoever preceded them in a general movement toward
the training grounds.
Finally, he reached the huge wall encasing the
opened dojo. At first glance, nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. Small
groups of two or more armed men sporting his mother�s colors trained together,
some with weapons such as swords or the half-moon spears that were the
signature of the house, others with nothing more than their bare teeth and
claws. The different elevated arenas were the scenes of various combats,
encouraged by men standing on the sides. Bets were forbidden, the pure spirit
of a dojo being one of comradeship and free competition, but if one were
attentive it was possible to see money changing hands after a fight.
He was intent on finding Kitana, but her
delicate smell was lost in what was a sea of musk, blood and sweat scents. Male
hormones were running high in that part of the castle, and their laughs, shouts
and screams of pain were so loud no feminine voice could be heard above the
ruckus.
It was finally by sight that he found her, and
an onlooker could have said that the taiyoukai�s impassive eyes twitched a
little when they fell upon her form; or maybe it was just sunshine. But the
fact was that he couldn�t believe what he saw: the way the girl was dressed was
totally outrageous, and even if he knew about her peculiar clothes, he gulped
down hard when he looked at her.
The marten was slowly circulating between the
groups of fighters, correcting a stance here and there with a swipe of her
claws in the exposed areas; she always drew blood, and the soldiers were trying
their best to avoid her hits.
Close behind her was Kitana, and let�s say that
she was one of the reasons why the soldiers were more bloodied than usually
this morning: her presence was quite distracting.
She had gotten rid of the ladylike fashion she
harbored the night before; gone were the flowing garments and silken pants. Her
clothes were hugging her body closely up the neck and wrists, giving a good
view on her assets to anyone who wanted to see, especially when they did not
know she was not showing her real skin. The worst though was the way she used
golden-colored trims to emphasize her feminine curves. Her golden collar had
been modified into the neck strap of a short camisole that barely covered her
breasts and stopped below her armpits, apparently held in place only by the
thread that linked it to the collar. The golden band that was usually seen
around her waist was now much lower than usually and thinner, looking like a
mere string of tissue suspended upon her hips. Sesshomaru felt his temperature
rising when he discovered how she had used the band as a minimalist loincloth,
which attached at the base of her tail and descended down it in a complicated
weave that went from a vertebra to another. Her snake-like bracelets were back
on her forearms and similar ones were placed upon her lower legs. The tiara
above her brows looked much more defined than it usually was, with its three
spikes bent backward and elongated until they reached the top of her forehead.
She was stunning, but the overall impression was that of a luxurious whore
richly paid for her presence.
He was not the only one to think that about
her, for a small group of youkai was following behind the women. Squinting his
eyes to take a better look at them, he recognized the onis that were behind him
moments ago; they went into the dojo when he took his time to study what was
going on, and they were apparently quite riled up about something, giving each
other elbows and pushes toward the girls. Finally, the big one made a move; the
wrong move. He extended an arm and squeezed Kitana�s backside, while his other
arm snaked around her waist and turned her around. Sesshomaru stayed immobile;
this guy would learn his lesson.
�Hey girlie, how ya doin� today? I heard you
were fooling around with the little miss over there. I�m gonna teach you what a
real man can do to a chick like you.�
Surprisingly, the onyx girl did not retaliate immediately;
it was the marten who intervened. The youkai around them, both the newly
arrived messengers and the soldiers in training, gathered to have a better look
at the situation. The oni had said out loud what many of them thought but
weren�t brave, or foolish enough to say and they wanted to see what the outcome
would be. What Kitana was trying to do, thought Sesshomaru, was a public
example, a loud demonstration of the strength of her bond to Sai. However, he
would not let things unfurl just as she planned for his mother was more cunning
than she thought; she would need more than that to be convinced and let her
escape with Sai unharmed.
The small black haired marten turned around and
eyed the large, dirty male who was groping Kitana. Fists balled on her hips in
a negligent way, she smiled evilly.
�The girl is mine, mud-boy. Go back to your
swamp if you value your life.�
Seeing this slip of a woman act boldly in front
of his large self only made the oni laugh in a thunderous exclamation that
drowned the conversations around him. In an instant, the whole dojo became
silent, in expectation of things to come.
�Lil� girl, you are funny. Maybe I will take
you with me too, so I can see how two chicks can have fun together!�
Still enclosed within the oni�s arm, Kitana
finally reacted.
�And what is it you want to show me, that is so
much better than a woman�s touch?�
�Oooh, maybe you are interested, girlie?�
�Maybe� Come closer and show me, lover boy��
The oni bent toward her, a smile on his dumb
face while he tried to kiss his captive. The black creature did not push him
back, and under Sesshomaru�s unbelieving eyes, she accepted his kiss eagerly.
The taiyoukai was about to jump in the scene to
destroy the impudent oni when the counterattack started. Suddenly, the back of
the oni�s head burst open in an explosion of brain matter and blood that
covered every youkai in a two meters radius behind the large guy. In a swift
movement, Kitana disengaged herself from the madly twitching dead body and
threw her tail at it, opening up the abdomen of the guy and exposing his
innards to everyone close enough to see. In a third and last move, she kicked
the falling corpse and propelled it backward, where he fell on the two oni
comrades that were accompanying him, burying them under the mound of bloodied
flesh.
Kitana finally stopped her attack and turned
toward Sai. Languorously, she licked her lips before bending her head down at
the marten. Sai had fire in her eyes, a desire and lust so strong it was almost
palpable, and Kitana couldn�t help but capture her lips with her own in a kiss.
The marten answered by encircling her black shoulders within her arms and
kissed her back fiercely, tasting the metallic blood of the oni that lingered
in Kitana�s mouth. Finally, they separated, eyes locked together in the same
passion.
Sai then let go of her partner and turned
toward the assembled youkai.
�Listen here, you maggots! When I say this girl
is mine, I mean it! And she can defend herself! If someone here wants to
contest it, it�s now or never, understand? So, anybody has a problem with
that?�
At first, there was only silence coming from
the small crowd, but after a few moments some whispers started, then grew to hushed
exclamations. Before the couple, the crowd slowly parted to give way to a lone
silhouette. An ethereal being was advancing toward them, paying no attention to
the youkai surrounding him. His silver hairs swayed with his movements, while
his pristine fur pelt trailed behind him like a sign of royalty. A tranquil
assurance was fuelling him, and no emotion surfaced on his features just as if
he was frozen inside.
However, the one who could feel it knew all
about the turmoil he was in. Anger, irritation and lust were mixing up in a
dangerous blend; he was in a bad mood.
�This Sesshomaru does.�
Sai was startled by his appearance. She was
clearly not prepared to face him, and she was much too weak to even try. She
backed down a little, trying her best to stay strong before the soldiers and
other witnesses, but knowing full well it wasn�t her place to affront him
publicly.
Kitana however took the bull by the horns and
sidestepped the marten to advance toward him. She looked angry, very angry, and
the people who were still beside her after she spectacularly killed the oni
wisely turned their back and fled to most distant watching spots in the dojo.
�Sesshomaru! I told you I wanted nothing to do
with you anymore. What did you not understand in that, you stupid dog?�
Sesshomaru looked at her with icy eyes, before
focusing his attention to the marten.
�This Sesshomaru told you not to take what was
his, thief; so as a thief you will die, before I punish the traitor.�
Slowly, he unsheathed Tokijin, still not paying
any attention to Kitana. The sword started to absorb his youki, before he
elevated it high above his head, in preparation for a strike.
Then, right between him and his prey Kitana
appeared, eyes a blazing gold. His focus lost, he just then felt the effect of
her powers on the air surrounding his arm: he was unable to move his sword down
in the finishing move he planned.
�This is between you and me, dog. Don�t involve
Sai, unless you kill me first.�
An evil smirk came to the lips of the
taiyoukai.
�It will be my pleasure.�
She nodded, freedom was given back to his sword
arm, and then he struck.
The split second necessary to remove the
effects of hardened air upon Sesshomaru was all she needed to build up her
armor over her arms. Under the taiyoukai�s eyes, the strong plates that he had
seen so many times protecting her forearms were created, with the spikes that
decorated them; or rather, that allowed her to face off a swordsman with her bare
hands. His Tokijin descended upon her and she blocked it with both arms, the
sword caught in between the black spikes. He added strength to his attack and
she began to shake under the strain, her legs pushing against the ground with
all her might. This face-off gave just enough time to Sai and the soldiers and
onlookers to step back away from the opponents. Then, when everybody was at a
safe distance, Kitana jumped backward as far as she could, and landed in a low
to the ground crouch, her tail swiping behind her from right to left, as the
tail of a cat wondering what to do now.
Sesshomaru wouldn�t hold back in this fight; he
couldn�t, for many of the soldiers present in the dojo knew him from a young
age and knew all about his fighting style. If he allowed the safety of his
challenger to come to his mind, or if he stopped the fight and let her flee, it
would soon be known that the whole thing was fake for Sesshomaru never forgave
one who crossed him.
His fierce gaze searched for Kitana�s eyes, and
found them. She knew that he would fight her with all his power, and it
thrilled her. Her black and gold eyes were shining, alight with a flame similar
to what he had seen in her in the instants before she kissed the marten so
passionately: she was aroused. By him, by This Sesshomaru and not by any mere
girl that pursued her with her feminine charms. It was him, for the first time
ever, who lit that flame into her eyes, into her soul, and it gave him such
pleasure that he almost smiled right there on the battlefield. He would not
deceive her: this fight would be grand.
A new resolve appeared on her features, along
with a wicked smirk of her own. She had felt his own desire for her, and she
was responding to it in kind. The golden garments that constituted her clothes
disappeared, melting with the black suit that covered her up. In a mesmerizing
movement, it began moving upon her, concentrating on some body parts in a way
he had never witnessed before. Her arm protections reached the tip of her
fingers, were three inches long claws appeared. The spikes on her forearms lengthened
and became thicker, while similar attributes developed along her legs up to the
knees. The three claws on her feet became terribly long and sharp as well as
her tarsus that elongated in mortal looking points. The long scythe-like
structures on her back underwent a transformation as well, hardening and lengthening
a little, but it was nothing compared to her tail. The skeletal appendage was
moving faster around the creature, its vertebras developing long, sharps edges
on the dorsal and the lateral sides that looked as dangerous as the blade on
the very tip of the tail.
Then, before his very eyes, she became
something else entirely. The otherworldly suit went past her collar and covered
her neck, then her face, forehead and skull, totally erasing the features he
had come to know and love. Her nose and eyes disappeared under the black substance
and her face smoothed up like she never had any to begin with. The tail was now
swirling at a mad pace around her black form, and Sesshomaru was under the
impression that even without apparent eyes, he was under her scrutiny. Then,
she parted her lips, lips he couldn�t even distinguish from her face before
they opened up. Her closed teeth appeared in a snarl worthy of any predator, and
then they opened up widely. Her cheeks were torn apart in verticals strings of
flesh and her inner jaws were thrown forward, along a hissed scream that
chilled the crowd. She was poised to attack, and she did.
Her claws dug in the marble of the dojo when
she lunged at him, all of her strength concentrated in those long, muscled
legs. Sesshomaru savored the moment as her movements appeared almost in a slow
motion to his heightened senses, her legs pushing her forward before bending
again in preparation for another push. She was running on all four, her arms
extended as far as she could to receive her weight before her legs entered into
play again. To think that this powerful body could be his, could writhe in
passion under his touch excited him to no end. She was a beast, a beast matched
against an opponent too strong for her and knowing it; he could therefore be
faced with anything, any trick she had in bank would be used in this fight, and
it delighted him.
Time seemed to speed up when she reached him,
her attacks fast and deadly. Claws sliced through the air within a hair breadth
of his face. He countered her with Tokijin, using the sword almost as a stick
to push her away from him. In the backward movement he imposed her, she brought
up her feet and in a burst of energy, threw them at him. He backed up at the
last second, letting her claws gouge six long marks in his armor right were his
chest was; then, he felt pain coming from his right leg and he looked down to
see the side of her tail slicing through his calf, superficially but deep
enough to draw blood.
His eyes reduced to slits, he eyed her
carefully as she somersaulted backward, going back to a safe distance from him.
He was not holding back, but she wasn�t as well and while he fought with a
deadly demonic sword, she had natural weapons and protections well matched
against him. Her strength was nothing compared to his, but she was cunning and
had come out alive from tighter situations in the past. Underestimating her
would be a mistake.
He prepared for her next offensive move by
placing Tokijin horizontally in front of him, his weight well balanced upon his
feet. When she finally hissed and lunged forward, he put his muscles in action;
in a movement too fast for the naked eye, he hurled himself toward her, and
brought his sword down on her in an horizontal slicing movement.
He first hit her forehead and it was like hitting
an unwavering wall. Then, his blade slid along her smooth skull and rebounded
on the first spikes of her back, leaving them unscathed but diverting the sword
up in the air. Surprised by the resistance of the appendages, he reacted just
quick enough to face off against the tail that was sliding toward him again.
Tokijin hit it as it aimed for his head, and in a fast series of shocks the
deadly tail was pushed back.
Even in their past sparring sessions, the fact
that her garments could repel the sharp edge of his Tokijin had always
disturbed him; how could something that appeared to be so pliable be strong
enough to withstand a strike with a blade able to crack his own father�s fang?
It appeared impossible. But now in this fight that fact pissed him off, for he
looked like a fool in front of the crowd that was quickly enlarging. He would
have to find an opening, somehow he needed to break her skin; it was then that
he remembered how once an enemy achieved this feat.
In the fight against the cat youkai, her first
real fight after he found and trained her, one of the cats managed to make her
bleed by attacking her from behind: he bit her at the nape, and for some reason
her armor did not react to that attack. Every attack that she could see coming
was inevitably repelled, but somehow that bite from behind her back while she
was focused on something in front of her did the trick.
Smirking, he knew what had to be done; he would
not kill her, he did not even intend to touch her long enough for her acid to
eat through his blade. However, wounding her would be spectacular and maybe
enough for her to change her strategy to fleeing instead of fighting. Fleeing
would be good: she could fit in spaces where he couldn�t go, and she was good
at it. It would be a nice way to end this fight, but for that she really needed
to understand she had no chance of winning against him.
He called forth his youki and at an
incommensurable speed he followed after her. She had not yet hit the ground
after her attack that he was upon her, striking her down right at the junction
between the neck and the shoulder, at a spot he knew did not hold any vital
organs but would bleed nonetheless. There was no way she could have seen this
attack coming.
He was almost savoring his victory when his blade
bounced against her armor. Even there, on that spot behind her back, where she
could not see what was going on, her armor reacted and protected her.
Sesshomaru blinked in surprise before he felt something snake around his ankle.
While he attacked her, she silently sent her tail up his leg, and the small
drop of yellowish liquid that hang at the very tip of the blade spoke volumes
about her intentions: she lured him out by offering him her back while all
along she intended to use her poison on him, to put him to sleep.
He jumped away before the tiny stinger hit his
flesh, and took an instant to evaluate the situation. The girl was sly and was
ready to play dirty, for she knew he would dominate her the instant she tried
to face him honestly. She prepared for this fight in a way he had never seen
before; after all, this whole body armor could have been used in previous
fights if it was so efficient. But it was the first time he saw her use her
clothes that way, and for the first time she was able to block an attack from a
blind spot. He had to understand how, and regain his advantage. Once again
calling forth his tremendous youki, he felt it swirl along the blade of Tokijin
as it filled it with strength. The sword pulsed, happy to feel its master�s
youki accumulate inside it, and answering his call it let go of a wave of power
directed toward the girl.
Kitana couldn�t fight against the kenatsu and
she was harshly hurled backward into the wall of the dojo, where she was
crushed into the hard marble. Her mouth opened, apparently searching for air,
and she fell to her knees. Defiantly, she rose and hissed toward her opponent,
her eyeless face conveying her rage in a way Sesshomaru wouldn�t have thought
possible.
Once again, he used his terrible speed to
appear right beside her and sent another wave of youki to her, sending her
flying halfway across the dojo, landing atop one of the elevated arenas. He
followed her in a jump, appearing at least twenty paces from her. He wanted to
understand what was so different in her armor, and the time she needed to
recuperate after his strike would be sufficient.
Eyeing her carefully, he immediately saw
something that should have been evident to him right from the start. Her armor
was thick and solid, but not everywhere: the ridges and lines of her true skin
showed through the armor at many places. Her back beneath the spikes was
exposed, as well as her abdomen, armpits and inner thighs. Instead of letting
the armor construct itself as the fight went on to protect her instantly when
she could feel an attack coming, she used it in a more traditional way by
creating plates dedicated to withstand pressure and the cutting edge of a
blade, in the areas she would need to expose to his strikes. Everywhere else
she was vulnerable, but her strategy was good: she knew very well how fast he
could be, and how she would be unable to see anything coming fast enough to
protect herself. The enforced areas of her body, her legs, arms, skull, tail
and back blades were all she needed to face him, for she could block everything
with these. He would have to crush her with his youki instead of physical
attacks.
His opponent had used the time he needed to
study her defences to rise in a strange posture, her hands flat on the ground
and her legs assembled under her. Her breathing was slow and deep, her focus
intense. He took in that sight with pleasure; how could he have sparred against
her so many times in the past and not see the beauty of her, the raw bestial
strength that flowed in her feminine yet deadly body. When she lunged, he
prepared to do the same, to clash with her in a combat of wills.
But his feet would not move and he barely
managed to stay standing. Eyes opening up in surprise, he did not understand
what was happening to him fast enough to react accordingly; he could only push
her away with a blast of youki from Tokijin mere instants before she hit him,
and once again the tip of her tail came too close for his comfort. As she
plummeted backward, he tried to move his feet again, to no avail. Looking at
them, he saw something incomprehensible: they were encased in the marble of the
floor up to the ankle.
In a flash, comprehension came to him. She had
used those fleeting moments of respite he unwillingly gave her while he studied
her to call forth her powers over the ground. Unable to see her eyes, he had
not sensed anything out of the ordinary in the moment she was in that weird
stance, and she managed to turn the marble into a matter soft enough so he
would sink into it, and then harden it back to its original state.
A rumbling sound reached his ears as he
pondered her new strategy, and he raised his head just fast enough to see over
a thousand of marble pieces hurled toward him, some as large as a plate. He
inhaled sharply before fighting the urge to jump back, which he could not do in
his state. Instead, he calmed down and called upon the youki he stored inside
his blade, sending a wave of his demonic aura right toward the stones. They
were reduced to dust right in front of him, creating a cloud of small particles
that blocked his sight. Not wanting to be caught off guard a second time, he
directed another blast of youki toward the ground near his feet, destroying an
area twenty feet wide all around him to free himself.
She wanted to use her newly acquired power upon
the ground against him? Fine, he thought, he would not give her the opportunity
again. He jumped up, out of the smoke, and he created his signature cloud of
youki below his feet, easily floating up above the dojo. He heard her hiss of
frustration as she hurled herself inside the dust to discover her opponent was
not there anymore.
Now truly smiling, in a way that sent chills
through the bones of the youkai assembled at the periphery of the dojo and on
the walls, he decided that he would force her to move from his high vantage
point. Excitation was reaching new summits inside him, his lust for her growing
at every move she made to counter him, and he was immensely enjoying the fight.
In a large movement of the arm, he sent a huge blast of power toward the
ground, totally destroying what was left of the arena they fought upon.
A small black form caught his eyes to the
right, and he directed another attack that way, then another one. Kitana was
zigzagging between his blasts, sensing the path of the energy mere instants
before it went crashing down on her. The wicked smile on Sesshomaru�s lips
became larger as he saw her twist and turn under his power, her strong legs
pushing her forward and making her turn on a dime depending on his whims. Soon
enough, he had created enough craters in the white marble of the dojo that the
place looked like the tortured landscape of a forbidden land; and to his
dismay, the clouds of dusts that floated upon what was now a battlefield became
deep enough to cover everything, efficiently hiding Kitana from his senses.
He strained his eyes in an attempt to find her;
from his elevated place, the area to scan was not very large. When finally he
thought he had pinpointed her location, he felt a terrible pain in both his
legs, a pain that only torn muscles and tendons, only crushed bones could
trigger, and he fell to his knees on his now flimsy cloud of youki. The
creature was once again using her powers against him, but this time he was
under the very first mind attacks he saw her make. Fighting back the pain with
all his might, he remembered how easily she had crushed the hearts and brains
of the swarm of lower youkai Kagura sent against her in that valley. She was
not aiming for his vitals, only for his legs, but the pain was awful and he
finally had to call upon his youki to heal his legs at the same time she
destroyed them. In an attempt to stop her, he sent a barrage of needle-like
kenatsu attacks on the dojo down below, trying to force her to move. It worked;
he felt the pressure upon his legs weaken and then snap. She wanted to fight
him up close and personal and he would give her what she wanted.
He landed on the destroyed floor of the arena,
amidst a cloud of dust deep enough to make anyone cough and weep. Not wanting
to be hindered by the dust, the taiyoukai chose to do something he seldom did;
a wind of youki was created at his feet and quickly rose up, swirling around
him as his eyes reddened and his mouth became jaws. Feeling the thrill of the
transformation, he stopped it halfway, just as the twister he created had
sucked up most of the dust, finally allowing him a good view of the damages he dealt
to the construction.
Of the four elevated training arenas, only one
remained slightly intact. The three others were piles of overturned white
marble stones, cracked and some even pulverized by the sheer force of Tokijin�s
blasts. The barracks in the back of the area, where the trainees stored their
weapons and could shower after their sparing sessions received a rain of
pebbles and rocks and now resembled more a jumble of wood and stones than a
building. Here and there, he could distinguish dark holes between the piles of
marble, holes that could only announce an entrance to the underground maze that
Kitana discovered the night of their arrival; she now had multiple ways out if
she was wise enough to flee. The onlookers were reduced to a handful, mostly
those who could climb the walls surrounding the whole area and watch the fight
at a safe distance. Amongst them, he recognized the black and orange headed
Yoko, accompanied by the marten. Returning his attention to his fight, he
looked for his opponent.
There she was; standing proud and tall about
five paces behind him, she was waiting for him. Her armor had changed in the
moments of his halted transformation, and her beautiful face was now uncovered.
The gaze she sent him was so intense it made his insides burn with desire; she
was as aroused as he was, enjoying their fight as if she was only discovering
who he was, who she had been travelling with for all these months. He returned
the gaze and golden eyes clashed with each others. When he saw her slowly lick
her lips, he was sure that somehow when all was said and done, she would be
his. Nothing would stand in his way to possess this female, nothing could stop
him. He would show her how strong he really was and she would bow to his power,
in awe.
When she felt his intent to attack her, Kitana
discreetly bowed before calling back the protection of her full body armor and adopting
her crouched fighting stance. Once again, she resembled a nightmarish creature,
ready to pounce on her prey.
Sesshomaru decided however that it was time to
end the fight. Pushing as much youki as he could within Tokijin, he held it
horizontally in front of him before he leapt in the air. She barely evaded his
attack but could do nothing about the rotating kick that followed the sword
strike and caught her side. Propelled in the air, she crashed down hard on the
ground. He did not give her any time to recover and stand up though; the time
for fighting cleanly was gone and as she tried to kneel, a second kick in the
guts made her gasp as air was forcefully chased out of her. The third kick made
contact with the small of her back, sending her crashing face first in the
dirt.
Sesshomaru jumped up just in time to avoid a
furious swipe from her tail, and from his now reformed youki cloud he eyed her
carefully. She was looking hurt and defeated, but he knew the girl could be
cunning and he stayed prepared. The decision was wise, for in a split second
she turned from her hunched position to a full speed gallop on all four, in the
direction of one of the holes. Satisfied by her choice but still wary that his
moves could be misinterpreted by his mother�s spies, he cut off her escape by
appearing in front of her in a motion so fast she did not see it coming and
sent her flying backward with a wave of youki from his demonic blade.
She did not act wounded this time and as soon
as she touched the ground, she was already fleeing toward another hole she
detected. Once again, he cut her escape short with a kick in the legs that made
her stumble and loose her footing. She ended up on her back, facing him as well
as she could in this position.
He would not let her get up yet; a last strike
was necessary to prove his desire to kill her to the ones who would report his
actions to his mother. One last time, he appeared in front of her, Tokijin raised
up in the air in preparation for a vertical blow; and he struck.
To his surprise, instead of dodging the attack,
she quickly sat up on her heels and attempted to block it with both her arms
crossed in front of her, catching the blade in between the spikes that adorned
the back of her forearms. In her low to the ground position, it was no easy
feat and she had to withstand the full strength of his attack with not much
support from her legs. Her arms flexed under the pressure, but she managed to
hold on and avoid being hit. The taiyoukai�s frowned upon her decision, but now
was not the time to back off so he continued to push down on her arms. It was
not long before she began to shake slightly, and in an effort to convince her to
back away and flee for good, Sesshomaru let go of a kenatsu.
At point blank, his attack had a massive effect
on her; the chunks of marble under her feet were reduced to dust in a circle
six feet large. Her armor could apparently not take that much abuse and under
his eyes, the sharp side of the Tokijin started to cut through it, gaining millimetre
by millimetre.
Kitana reacted to this new development by
reinforcing the armor at the point of contact with the sword. To do so, she
uncovered her head and tail, as well as her abdomen, basically moving the
matter that constituted the garment toward the most critical parts of her body:
her forearms.
She fell down on one knee, but the gesture only
strengthened her posture as she now had three points of support on the ground
instead of only her two feet. She pushed Sesshomaru back slowly, meeting his
eyes in the process. Gold melted into gold, the power of their mutual arousal
only increasing as they competed in strength and endurance; physical power for
Sesshomaru, will power for the other. Knowing she would be defeated but not
wanting to admit it yet, Kitana started a rotating movement with her arms in
preparation for her escape; she planned to remove the spikes that held the
blade in place and let it slide down to the ground, but to do so she had to
orient her arms away from her. The resistance she met was extremely strong, and
as she pushed harder against the steel of the blade, she discovered her
mistake.
Tokijin had become embedded in her armor before
she solidified it. By pressing down with both arms she was imposing a double rotary
movement to the blade in two opposite directions, and Tokijin reacted the way
any sword would do under the same circumstances.
It snapped.
The weapon broke cleanly in two parts, the hilt
with half of the blade still held within Sesshomaru�s strong grip, and the
other half falling to the ground where it landed with a metallic sound; a sound
that resonated in the tense silence of the dojo as a thunderbolt in a calm
summer afternoon.
Both opponents could not really understand what
just happened, and they stayed immobile, staring wide-eyed at what was left of
Sesshomaru�s demonic sword. Suddenly, a swirling wind of youki came out from
the two parts of the Tokijin and collided with the taiyoukai�s puzzled form.
All the demonic energy he had imbued into the blade during the fight came back
to him in a rush, filling his body and fur pelt so fast he could not contain it
anymore. His eyes quickly turned a deep crimson color and as his fangs
elongated and the corner of his mouth turned into a hellish ear-to-ear smile,
Kitana couldn�t help but back away. Then, as a second immense demonic power came
closer, she disappeared down one of the hole that had been opened during their
fight.
Sesshomaru saw her take her leave, eyes wide
and mouth opened in an emotion he couldn�t define, but he could do nothing to
reassure her; he was fighting against the return of his own youki, trying to
channel it through his body and into his pelt in a way that wouldn�t trigger a
transformation. However, when another source of youki collided with his own and
a humongous white paw sent him face down on the ground, he lost all control and
felt the winds of transformation engulf him.
When the winds of the transformation calmed
down, two enormous white dog youkai were standing in the almost demolished
dojo, their red eyes locked in a battle of will, teeth bared in terrible
snarls. The smallest one was the one who provoked the other and its longer ears
and finer snout defined it as female. The largest one, going on only three
paws, was the more aggressive of the two and his toxic saliva dripped to the
ground while he growled menacingly, a cloud of acidic fumes now rolling at his
feet.
Posturing, turning around in a half circle,
both of them finally calmed down, the growling diminishing to a more tolerable
level. Lips covered fangs, muscles relaxed somewhat and their hackles went down
as they stood calmly, facing each other. Then, as in a common decision, they
both became shrouded in a mist of youki and transformed back in their humanoid
state. Mother and son were soon standing proudly in front of each other, their
hairs and fur pelts finally descending and adopting their usual place around
and over their shoulders.
�Son, you are waited for in the reception room;
do I have to tell our guests you are remodelling my dojo, or will you honor us
with your presence?�
Sesshomaru did not answer.
SSSSS
The forest before him was becoming less harsh
to travel in, and finally he caught a much stronger whiff of Kitana�s scent.
She was there, a few paces ahead, and had been there for a moment if he could
judge by the smell.
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