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Want To Be Your Slave	By : LordYouko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 70996 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter List
- 32
- 33
- 34
A/N: I apologise for
the long wait. I was vacationing in a place that has no internet access. But
the good news is, I had plenty of time to. The next
chapter is the grand finale and will be updated very soon.
I am very grateful to
all those who reviewed and PMed me telling me you
wanted to read more. For you, I have worked the hardest on these last few
chapters of this story. I hope it turned out to be good.
Thanks for reading,
everyone. Enjoy!
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Chapter 33 � The Battles You Lose
I can�t hold on

To what I want when I�m stretched so thin

It�s all too much to take in

I can�t hold on

To anything watching everything spin

With thoughts of failure sinking in
-Linkin� Park lyrics �By Myself�

�What can you give us
in return?�
The voice, too dark
and evil to be mortal, reverberated around the cave where Onigumo
lay dying. From somewhere, came the sound of dripping water, along with little Kaede�s laughter and Kikyou�s
calm, melodious voice.
�Whatever you want,� Onigumo offered eagerly. �You can have whatever you want,
as long as I have my life�and that girl with hands as soft as snow.�
The demonic presence
in the cave grew stronger, more tangible.
�Power,� the voice
almost hissed. �Power is the only thing worth desiring. If your fragile human
heart can bear evil and hatred, drive away the kindness that makes you weak-�
Onigumo laughed harshly. �My heart has not known
kindness for many years. All I want�is to survive. �And that
girl.�
�Make a pact,� the
voice demanded. �You will have your life and your lover and in return, your
body will be ours, to work endlessly to grant us
power.�
�Agreed,�Onigumo whispered, and everything went black.
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Having an opponent whose limbs regenerated was more
troublesome than it would first seem, Sesshoumaru realized half way through
slicing Naraku�s body � which had conveniently erupted in tentacles after the
first few slashes.
Tokijin was as powerful as the sword smith had predicted. He
could feel the sword�s powerful energy fuelling his own. The cuts were clean
and precise but of course, no sword, not even the tessaiga could help it if
one�s opponent�s body had the power to regenerate at will.
Sesshoumaru wondered what Naraku had endured to replace his
own body with a teeming mass of minor demons. It would be like being cut open
and put together again differently a thousand times over. And though the demons
that formed part of the dark hanyou now had barely a will of their own, it had
to be taking considerable will to control their individual and combined consciousnesses. Naraku was perhaps a bit more powerful and
skilled than he�d first anticipated.
Then the flesh around his feet began to act like errant
demon vines and Sesshoumaru decided Inuyasha would be unable to walk or crawl
for at least a month in punishment. Of all the times to run away, what had made
the little idiot choose this one?
Sesshoumaru spared a glance at said hanyou, who was now
safely out of the way of the fray, thanks to his kick- and if he had any sense,
the idiot would remain there. The mirror girl stood uncomfortably close to his
slave but right now, with Naraku�s body twining around him irritatingly, there
wasn�t anything he could do about that.
�Is something the matter, Sesshoumaru-sama?�
Naraku asked amused. �Perhaps your sword arm grows tired.�
�Never,� Sesshoumaru growled, slashing anew at the wriggling
mass of tentacles trying to envelope him. Was it just his imagination, or were
the wriggling things getting thicker and faster?
Naraku laughed at his attempts.
�I am afraid this is one foe you may not beat, even with our
prodigious strength, Sesshoumaru-sama. Their will is
stronger than yours.�
Sesshoumaru�s anger surged at the insult, eyes wavering red.
Dare the foul hanyou call him weak willed?
The demon Lord�s aura flared, pulsed and in the few moments
that his sword was idle, the tentacles surrounding him wrapped snugly around
his body till the waist. Without looking down, Sesshoumaru could feel them
pulsing with his own heartbeat.
He raised furious eyes up to meet Naraku�s who was watching
him with a cold, implacable smile. Naraku�s wavy black curls blew delicately in
the wind.
�What is it that you hope to accomplish, hanyou?� his
impassive voice betraying not the slightest hint of the anger coursing through
him. �What do you want?�
Naraku�s smile wavered, red irises dilating. �I want��
Thousands of tiny consciousnesses teeming like insects at the back of his
mind.
Power�you are doing
this for power.
Hissss youki�ssso strong�
Pure�blood�
Naraku shut his eyes tightly to drown out the voices in his
head. �I want�yes, power. Youki of one of pure blood.�
Sesshoumaru�s eyes narrowed. Something is not right, he thought.
Naraku continued, this time with greater assurance in his
voice. �I only want what every other being on this god forsaken planet wants,
but have not the means to obtain -� power.�
The answer made Sesshoumaru pause in his struggles, for the
moment, forgetting the appendages that wound ever higher up his body. The flesh
wound around his arms, around the hand wielding Tokijin and immobilized it. Struggle as he might, Sesshoumaru couldn�t free his hand to slash
at the offending things.
Suddenly, Naraku was closer, close enough to touch. One pale
hand landed on his cheek, caressing it with a butterfly touch that sent a
shudder of disgust up Sesshoumaru�s spine. Elongated fangs snapped at the
hanyou�s hand and Naraku withdrew it, laughing.
�Yes, this. This is what I want. This power that flows through your veins like molten gold.�
His voice held strange echoes, as if many different people were speaking at
once. �The power of pure blood, of Inu no Taisho and Lady
Tsukiko.� The names were pronounced mockingly, as Naraku�s beautiful
face twisted in a sneer his eyes didn�t reflect. His eyes were blank.
�You, a spoiled little princeling who have wanted for
nothing, endured nothing all your life, you deserve none of the good fortune
fate his heaped upon you. The youki that sparks with
almost inexhaustible energy, this blood that makes you near immortal�I
hate it!�
So close, Sesshoumaru could see the veins swollen on the
hanyou�s face, the empty red irises of his eyes. His voice had changed, from
smooth and suave to high pitched and unstable. For the first time, it occurred
to Sesshoumaru that Naraku was not entirely sane. The realization made him size
up his opponent differently. Madness gave one unnatural
strength.
�Do you hope to drain the blood from my veins, then?�
Sesshoumaru asked with no inflection in his voice, discretely testing his
bonds, trying to find a weak spot in the flesh engulfing him. The flesh yielded
and moulded itself to him again, like a second skim.
Naraku laughed and this time, there was definitely an edge
of something unstable in his voice. �Nothing so crass,� he assured the demon
Lord, voice different again, deeper. �Although it would give me great pleasure
to see Tsukiko�s son suffer before her impotent eyes �� he
glanced up at the barrier beyond which he knew the King and Queen stood. �- it
would be of no use to me. No, I want something much better. I want your life
force, your youki.�
The flesh around him pulsed at the words, enveloping him
tighter. The appendages had now wiggled upto his
chest and around his throat, making him unable to even turn his neck. The
restraint infuriated the demon Lord who had never been bound in his entire
life. He tugged at the bonds uselessly, brain struggling to comprehend the fact
that his physical strength that had never failed him so far, was insufficient
today.
�This flesh of mine that now surrounds you, like a cocoon it
will enclose your entire being and drain your youki,
your life and pour it into me. When I am done, you will be as dust and I � I
shall be invincible.�
Naraku�s red irises flickered. The appendages around Sesshoumaru
grew stronger.
��No!� came a
despairing shout and at the edge of his vision, Sesshoumaru could see Inuyasha struggling
to get to his feet.
The demon Lord gritted his teeth. Fool, he thought silently, willing him to stay away. The last thing
he wanted was to turn Naraku�s attention on him.
Naraku seemed amused. �Your little toy cries for you,
Sesshoumaru-sama,� he said, voice once again suave
and smooth. The dark hanyou turned and floated to the boy struggling to remain
standing, clutching the purpling bruise on his chest.
�Tell me, Inuyasha, didn�t anyone ever teach you that slaves
should hate their masters?�
�I don�t hate Sesshoumaru-sama!�
Inuyasha shouted, though the effort made him collapse on the floor. �You leave
him alone.�
Naraku�s impassive face twisted into sheer hatred, looking
more like the bandit Onigumo than the nobleman
Naraku. The voices in his head quieted.
In front of him, the little hanyou�s face melded into his own at that age, abused by innumerable masters.
Before Inuyasha could blink, Naraku landed in front of him and backhanded the
hanyou across the face. Stunned, Inuyasha clutched his cheek and looked up at
his aggressor.
�Don�t you dare,� Naraku spat, �Don�t you dare fall in love
with him, you little shit. Your master deserves
nothing but your rage and hatred. It is fools like you, who willingly enslave
your hearts to wretched monsters like this spoiled prince that have kept us
under the heel of those tyrants.�
�Let him go,� Inuyasha replied stubbornly, unafraid of the
violence and evil that he could feel emanating from the other man. What had he
to fear from the dark haired man? He was trying to kill his master. There
wasn�t anything worse he could threaten Inuyasha with. �Sesshoumaru-sama is the only good thing I have known. A hanyou like
me�can ask for nothing more-�
�You can ask for everything,� Naraku snarled down at him.
�You � we can have their power, their strength, their kingdoms. We can enslave
them, like they have enslaved us and rule the world.�
�I don�t want power,� Inuyasha shouted, tears brimming in
his eyes. �I don�t want any of that. That would not make me happy. Happiness is
Sesshoumaru-sama-�
Naraku�s roar of rage filled the clearing. The dark hanyou�s
fist shook as he tried to bring himself to strike the wretched boy at his feet
but the tear-stained eyes and the scrawny body and the bent back � they were
the same as his, and his hand would not rise to strike against the boy who was
not him.
To
be free of this human heart at last, Naraku thought bitterly, glaring at
the fist that refused to obey him.
�Picking on children now, Naraku?� came Sesshoumaru�s
taunting voice, haughty and regal despite the bonds that restrained him. �I
thought it was power you wanted. Or is it enough to intimidate the boy
instead?�
For a moment, Naraku did not move, standing frozen as stone.
Even the wind had died down, leaving the place frozen in time. Nothing moved,
not a sound could be heard and then Naraku turned slowly on his heel.
With a measured, leisurely pace, he stalked towards his
captured prey. Sesshoumaru watched him approach, his expressionless face hiding
his satisfaction as the dark hanyou moved away from Inuyasha.
�Tell me Sesshoumaru,� Naraku whispered. �Is Tokijin to your
satisfaction?�
A slight frown marred Sesshoumaru�s features.
�It should be. It is the most powerful sword in existence.
Even tessaiga cannot match it, for evil is always more powerful than good. Evil
is unafraid.�
Naraku�s lips twisted in a smile at the perplexity on
Sesshoumaru�s face, though his eyes remained blank. �You can feel the evil with
which it was forged, and yet, you would use it to serve your end. You and I may
not be all that different then. We both make use of any means to achieve our
ends.�
Naraku�s eyes glowed the same
colour as Tokijin. �It is a part of my body that you have wielded so skilfully,
Sesshoumaru-sama.�
In his shock and disgust, Sesshoumaru dropped the sword
which he had so far been clenching stubbornly in his grip. The tentacles that
had stopped at his wrist reached up and swallowed up his hand.
Naraku laughed and the tentacles rose speedily to engulf Sesshoumaru�s
head leaving only his face bare. Tokijin rose slowly in the air and rushed into
Naraku�s hand.
�Don�t be so proud, little prince,�
sneered Naraku. �Nothing that you are, none of it is yours. Your blood and your
power are Inu no Taisho and Tsukiko�s. The weapon - �and with it, its power -� is mine.�
In Naraku�s hand, Tokijin�s red glow subsided and it
crumbled to dust in the dark hanyou�s grasp.
�Your strength and skill may far surpass the little
weaklings you have had the good fortune of fighting but in a real battle, they
are next to nothing. Beneath the silk and the royal trappings, you are but a
spoiled child. This arrogance, your contemptuous eyes�they annoy me. Don�t be
so proud, Sesshoumaru, for you have nothing to be proud of.�
The grip of the flesh engulfing him suddenly turned crushing
expelling the breath from his lungs. Sesshoumaru didn�t flinch, but he couldn�t
stop the frantic beating of his heart, the unfamiliar fear and powerless anger.
Again and again, he tried to throw his youki
outwards, against the fleshy barrier that imprisoned him but it didn�t make a
dent.
Golden eyes unwaveringly met Naraku�s even as the flesh rose
up to engulf his mouth and eyes, melding with the tentacles rising up from
behind the demon Lord�s head.
��The power vested in
you by your blood and birth,� Naraku whispered, eyes burning with demonic fires.
�It will be mine.�
The darkness grew. It was becoming difficult to breathe.
Thoughts would no longer form clearly in Sesshoumaru�s head, try as he might.
His mother and fathers� words came back to him, louder than his own thoughts.
Were they right? Sesshoumaru
thought blearily. Should I not have come
here? This battle that I am losing, should I not have begun
it? This feels like death.
Inuyasha.
Was it worth it?
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Naraku raised his head up, looking at Tsukiko�s figure
looming over them.
The image of another woman, with a heart as cold as a
demon�s, rose before his eyes. A woman with porcelain features, piercing brown
eyes and flowing black hair.
I would break him, thought
Naraku, clenched fist shaking. I would have
you watch him die by inches just to wrench a tear from your cold, cold heart.
The voices in his head grew louder, more insistent.
No! Revenge will serve
no end if you destroy the boy who is the receptacle of such power, the child of
she who almost defeated us. His youki, flowing in our
veins�immortality�
Naraku stepped back from the pulsing cocoon.
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�Kaede now!� Tsukiko ordered, as
she watched her son�s head disappear under the tentacles.
The priestess pulled the arrow she held ready taut, aiming
with her one good eye. This was it; the final battle, the one mark she must not
miss.
In her mind�s eye, she saw Kikyou,
who had been a perfect marksman and had tried to pass the knowledge on to her
sister.
�Calmly,� Kikyou had said as little Kaede scrunched up her eyebrows
and concentrated with all her might on the target pinned to the tree trunk.
Next to Tsukiko, Kaede took a deep, slow breath, willing her
frantically hammering heart to calm down.
�Shoulders straight
and concentrate,� Kikyou instructed.
Little Kaede had
nodded, every muscle in her arms taut. The arrow trembled slightly, despite the
eight year old�s best efforts to hold it steady.
At the head of the arrow, the Shikon no tama glittered
brilliantly.
�Breathe while pulling
the arrow back, release it as you exhale.�
Kaede took a deep
breath, praying to kami to let her get at least this one right; kikyou had been trying so hard to teach her for so long.
Failing now, once again, would really disappoint her.
�Good, now watch the
target, aim and let go,� Kikyou instructed.
Kaede had tried her
hardest for her sister and still missed by miles.
But this wasn�t the time to miss. If there was ever a time
when she needed to get it right, it was right now.
So Kaede put all her years of rage and sadness and will and
shot the arrow bearing the Shikon no tama at Naraku.
Tsukiko and Taisho held their breath as the arrow sped
towards the barrier flaring bright pink along the way.
This was their only hope, their final ace in the hole. Even
if it failed to kill Naraku, if it could break the barrier, she and Taisho
would take care of the rest. Tsukiko didn�t credit the jewel with all the
powers legend credited it with but it had to at least be strong enough to break
the dark hanyou�s barrier. It had to.
The arrow reached the shining orb that kept Tsukiko from her
son.
Tsukiko held her breath as it lost momentum as it hit the
barrier and came into contact with the undead youki energy. The youki resisted
the intruder, holding it vibrating in place. For a moment, it seemed it would
fall before the barrier.
Then the Shikon flared brighter than ever and the arrow was
through, speeding towards the stunned Naraku.
Hope and rage and bloodlust blossomed in Tsukiko�s heart as
the sacred arrow cut a straight path through the corrupted air. It was done.
Naraku would die for daring to lay a hand on her child. She didn�t know what
would become of the Shikon no tama after or what trials they would have to
endure for putting the cursed jewel to use but Sesshoumaru�s life was
unquestionably worth it. Once her son was free, she knew she could take care of
the rest.
Then, before the arrow reached Naraku, it dimmed, the scared
energy surrounding it wavering. Naraku stood stock still, staring in disbelief
as the arrow lost momentum and flickered out, falling harmlessly to the ground
a few feet from him.
�The Shikon no Tama
rolled to the dirty ground and twinkled there dully.
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Kaede felt herself go numb.
It hadn�t worked. The arrow had fallen short of it�s target. Her one chance, her
one chance at getting this right and she had failed. A lifetime of training and
preparation, all destroyed in a moment.
�What have you done,� Tsukiko breathed next to her, face
pale.
She had effectively handed their worst enemy the most
powerful weapon in the world.
�I thought- I thought it would � it was supposed to hit. Just
this one time, it was supposed to work��
�You are useless,� Tsukiko snapped.
Kaede bowed her head, staring at her own trembling, age
lined hands, calloused with the hours and years of archery practice. �I know,�
she whispered.
�Forgive me, sister,�
she thought. �Forgive me for I have
failed you. Even with the Shikon no Tama, even with the most powerful force on
my side, I could not win�I could not win even this one time for you��
Her only consolation was that these demons would not let her
leave here alive. Tsukiko and Taisho would kill her for failing to save their
son and she would get to see Kikyou again. How would
she face her, after what she had done?
She had wanted to carry on her sister�s legacy, had sought
to fill the yawning chasm between their abilities but she had failed. The
difference was still as much as it had been when she had been 8 and kikyou 15.
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Naraku stared in disbelief at the jewel at his feet. It
seemed fate really was on his side today.
Bending down, he hesitantly closed his fingers around the
shining orb. It didn�t repel his touch but the voices in his head grew faint,
waiting at the edge of his mind. �He
could hear himself think again. Naraku was exuberant.
But he already had Sesshoumaru, already had ultimate power
in his grasp. Sesshoumaru�s youki, melded with his
own evil and strength would be enough to defeat Tsukiko and Taisho. The last
time they had met, Tsukiko had barely been a match for him. With her own blood
running through his veins, Naraku would be invincible, would have his revenge
on the world that had wronged him so.
What was left to wish for?
He closed his eyes. What was it that he wanted at this
moment that he did not have?
And the answer came, incandescent as the hatred in his
heart.
Suffering.
That was what he wanted. Tsukiko�s suffering. Tsukiko, who
had mocked him and defeated him and taken away everything he had gained so many
years ago, had taken away his revenge when it was within his reach.
A pale, delicate wrist
exposed carelessly as the woman leaned forward to feed him a spoonful of soup. The scent of sakura blossoms and snow.
�Blood, staining the
white haori of a miko�s
robes crimson.
Naraku closed his eyes.
Sesshoumaru�s death, absorbing his power�that was the pact
he had made with the demons. Power, for life, for Kikyou. But power wouldn�t quench the hatred burning
in his human heart. He would have strength and power and the death of his
enemies which is what demons without a heart want. The human Onigumo, whose heart had been broken too many times, wanted
more.
Thump,
thump of his still beating human heart.
Kikyou smiling.
Kikyou with strands of hair blowing about her face.
Kikyou with an arrow pointed at
his heart.
Kikyou, incandescent with purity and kindness.
Kikyou, who had rejected him, Kikyou with her
warm brown eyes.
The pain in his heart was now more than the pain of
Sesshoumaru�s sword slicing through his tentacles. Rage welled up, against the
hurt, against the weakness of feeling human emotions.
I cannot wait till
this ends, till I no longer feel anything.
Mocking eyes, contemptuous eyes, laughing eyes, lustful
eyes, uncaring eyes- the eyes of all the people he had ever known, human and
demon, swam in his vision until they were replaced by inscrutable golden ones.
The voices in his head were pushed further back in his mind as rage and hurt
swelled to fill all his thoughts.
More than happiness, I
want her to suffer, he thought. I
want her to break as I did.
He looked at the jewel blinking innocently in his hands and
then slowly raised his eyes up at the pulsing cocoon that would soon be ready
to absorb the energy he required.
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The Shikon no Tama reflected the stunned eyes of the young
prince of the West, whose face and hands were now uncovered. Naraku smiled,
intoxicated with victory.
Sesshoumaru raised his eyes up to search the dark hanyou�s,
hardly daring to believe what his eyes told him he held in his hand � the
sacred jewel of the four souls.
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��Naraku,� Kagura had asked him once as he
prepared the plans to strengthen his magic. �Tell me, was it worth it?�
Naraku paused, long
enough to glance at her once.
�Kikyou,�
Kagura�s lips formed the words she had heard her
master moan during his human night. �Was she worth your soul?�
A lopsided smile
twisted Naraku�s features. �Worth my soul?� he repeated. �That woman was worth so
much more.�
�Why?� Kagura
wondered. �What can ever be worth giving up your life and your freedom � your soul.�
Naraku laughed
�That is the way it is
when one makes a pact with devils and demons; they find a way to trick you.
They take everything and give nothing in return. But in this case, it was the
demons who got the hard end of the bargain there. My
soul was never worth anything at all.�
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Living�living is worse
than death, Naraku thought, the glowing jewel driving back the oppressive
presence in his mind that would never have let him make this choice. Suffer as I have suffered, Sesshoumaru. A cursed existence.
Sesshoumaru�s wish might allow him to escape the situation
and the demons he had made the pact with would be furious but what more could
they do to him now? He had already endured pain past the limits of sanity; he
no longer had a soul to lose. The demons could not kill him or they would have
nowhere to go, no body to inhabit.
No good had ever come of wishing on the Shikon no Tama. The
sacred jewel was cursed; it would bring its curse on anyone who made a wish on
it.
The thought of Sesshoumaru, this near immortal being
spending an eternity in misery�it was more intoxicating than the thought of
infinite power from Sesshoumaru�s body.
To watch that would kill Tsukiko slowly from the inside. His
death, she might be able to get over but the helplessness of watching him
suffer for the rest of his life, unable to do anything to alleviate it�it would
slowly wear down Tsukiko�s strength till she would be no more than a shell of
herself, unable to live with herself and her weakness, and unable to die.
Prolonged suffering did that to people. Onigumo
knew that better than anybody.
In front of him, Shikon no Tama sparkled reassuringly.
Of course, there were rumours that a selfless wish could
destroy the jewel but many people had tried it over the years � priestesses and
men far more pious than the spoiled prince of the Western Lands. No,
Sesshoumaru would not wish for anything selfless.
Sesshoumaru does not
know the meaning of the word �selfless�, Naraku thought disdainfully,
watching the still regal stance of the demon prince.
And even if he did, a selfless wish would not help him out
of his predicament. Even if the scared jewel of the four souls could be
destroyed, Sesshoumaru would not be able to free himself. Either way, it was he
who would win this time.
Given that, what was the harm in toying with one�s prey?
��What is it that you
will wish for, Lord Sesshoumaru?� Naraku asked, �What is it that you want most
in this world?�
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A/N: Well, what did
you think of this chapter? Any guesses as to what Sesshoumaru will wish for?
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