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To Protect the Alpha Female	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > General Views: 10682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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To Protect the Alpha Female
Summary: Kagome had no idea she had been claimed from the very beginning, nor the depth of the request she made of Inuyasha. How could a human ever grasp the intricacies of pack politics and the reason why Sesshomaru was so intent on obtaining Tessaiga? The off-limits girl knew not of her situation, but soon, she would.
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Chapter 33: To Uncover Secrets
"You are certain of this, Kagura?" Naraku interrogated his less that loyal incarnation. She had just gone out of her way to report to him, something she had never before done.
"Yes, Kagome wears Sesshomaru's scent mark," Kagura repeated what she had learned when Akago ordered the girl kidnapped. She could still recall the revulsion and jealously that surfaced from the knowledge. "It is only a matter of time until he mates her."
"You have never been particularly agreeable before," Naraku pointed out the many times Kagura had purposefully gone against his orders. "Why should I believe you now?"
"You want her, don't you?" Kagura diverted his question by pointing out his own desires instead. It was no secret what Naraku could do once he got his hands on the girl.
"Perhaps it is because you want Sesshomaru for yourself," Naraku continued with his previous line of thought, gaining a startled gasp from Kagura. Malevolent laughter echoed off of dead, stone walls.
"I r-realized," Kagura began, trying to hide the quiver in her voice from Naraku knowing what she truly wanted, "that if I help you capture him, so you can absorb his demonic power, he won't have the strength left to defy me." She would get what she wanted, and Sesshomaru would have no choice in the matter.
"After I've absorbed his demonic power," Naraku debated slowly, rolling the words across his tongue as if he hadn't considered what to do afterwards, "you may have what is left. Consider it, appreciation for a job done correctly."
"I'd like to drink some sake," that was the phrase uttered reverently by Miroku's master, the monk Mushin, that landed them on this isolated peak. It wasn't just any sake he wanted either, but the Legendary Sake, the Mist of Sages. The catch was that no one had ever returned from the summit of Mount Kasumidaki in its pursuit.
They didn't think it would be too hard to convince some old sage to part with a small portion of his sake, except the aura that surrounded them was not that of a sage, but a demon! Mist billowed and swirled in the air, drifting in from every direction and clouding their vision of all sight. Something was coming.
Inuyasha held Tessaiga before him, poised to defend whatever came their way. He was ready for anything. "Hi, I'm Kagome and I'd like to sing for you!" the young girl from the future boomed out through a portable microphone. "La la la, this is me; la la la, I'm so happy!" He wasn't as prepared as he thought.
Staring on in abject horror as Shippo and Hachi transformed into Kagome clones and joined in on the racket, he could only mutter, "Somebody please, kill me now…"
"Everybody, listen to me," Miroku exclaimed gallantly, "don't inhale the mist. This is the work of the demon." He stated the obvious. "I don't know what this mist is exactly, but it makes you intoxicated. So do not inhale it, no matter what!" To any sane mind, it was clear he was enjoying the sound of his own voice; the mist was undoubtedly affecting him as well.
"I think you're a little late there Miroku," Inuyasha brought the "holy" man off his soap box, "they're already three sheets to the wind."
"Well I was referring to the rest of us, of course," Miroku regained his ground.
"Alright time for another song!" Kagome and her clones cheered but they were halted by a sultry laugh coming from deep in the mist. Everyone turned, only to see Sango stumble out. She nearly crumpled under the weight of her massive weapon as she sauntered towards the rest of them.
"Sango," Miroku's throat ran dry at the sight of her. Sure, she was a bit loopy, but she was coming straight for him.
"Inuyasha," Sango threw herself at the other male in their group, leaving Miroku to shoot death glares at his "friend."
"Sango, w-what are you doing?" Inuyasha stuttered out, completely taken off-guard by the sudden proximity.
"Forget about the others, lets get out of here," she slurred seductively.
"Whatcha talking about?"
"I'm so sick of that two-timing monk," she spat out the words. "And three Kagome's are definitely a crowd." Nuzzling into his chest she urged him to act as she wanted. "Come on, let's leave 'em. Let's go and defeat Naraku, okay?" Inuyasha could only brace himself as Sango's lips came closer.
"Sit boy!" Kagome's thunderous voice broke the pair up. How dare he try to ruin Sango and Miroku's relationship! "Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit…"
"Aww, now the poor girls crying," Shippo narrated from a safe distance. "Uh-oh, the two-timing monk is going to try to console her; not a good idea."
Miroku held out a hand, gaining Sango's attention. "Miroku?" she muttered softly before another mood swing took over. "Why you flirting cheat!" Hiraikotsu hefted effortlessly over her shoulders and nearly took Miroku's head with it, only to get lost somewhere on the misty peak.
"Is this the demon's plan, to intoxicate us with his demonic power and make us fight each other?" Miroku rationalized, thinking Sango's actions completely unfounded. "Inuyasha, try to scatter this mist with your wind scar!"
"Im.. a.. lit.. tle.. bus.. y.. right.. now!" he ground out between merciless subjugations.
"Oh, right," Miroku recalled as he watched the ground waver. "Oh, no. I guess I have no choice; I mustn't fear being poisoned by this mist." There was no telling how long he had until he too would succumb to the lunacy plaguing the rest of them. "This is for you, master Mushin, Wind Tunnel!"
They certainly had a knack for getting themselves into interesting situations. Sesshomaru arrived at the rocky crag to find the entire company of his intended's pack intoxicated on demonic mist. The monk was screaming "Wind Tunnel" and waving around a covered hand, the slayer was bawling her eyes out about who knows what, Inuyasha was being subjugated into oblivion, and the fox kit was narrating the entire debacle. A well-placed glare sent the diminutive demons that summoned the mist scrambling off in terror and the mist dispersing.
The monk was the first to notice his presence, even as he wavered on his feet, "Now I'm hallucinating? Why would the demon show me Sesshomaru?" It would take some time for the mist to work its way through their systems.
"Monk, for what purpose do you scale this desolate peak?" he droned slowly, speculating once again on Inuyasha's lack of ability to handle the duties handed to him.
"Well, on the off-chance you are real, I supposed I had better answer," Miroku spoke mostly to himself as his balance failed him and he landed on his backside. The new position drew his ever-wandering gaze elsewhere, "Has Sango always had such a tight bu-"
"Monk," Sesshomaru's harsh tone redirected the monk's gaze.
"Oh, right," he straightened up as much as his inebriated state allowed, "we came here for a reason, it was a good reason." He paused, reflecting on what that could have been. "It was... uhh…" The answer eluded him. Oh, Sesshomaru always seemed to know what was going on, perhaps he would know. "Do you know why we came up here?"
Well, the monk was useless. The rest of the humans were likely too impaired and the fox kit was completely out of it too, that only left Inuyasha. There was the possibility that their father's blood protected him from such a minor irritant. It was a shame he would need to interrupt Kagome's tirade; the sight was quite enjoyable, but he needed answers.
"Sit, sit, sit, sit," Kagome repeated disconnectedly, trying to recall just why she was punishing Inuyasha in the first place. She was mad, that much she knew, but didn't know why. Oh well, if he made her this mad, he probably deserved it. "Sit, sit, sit…"
"Kagome," Sesshomaru addressed from the opposite side of the hanyou-shaped hole. "That is enough."
Kagome glanced up to identify the movement in her peripheral vision. No sooner than she had, was Sesshomaru already regretting his decision to interrupt her. "Maru!" she flung herself across the gap and spun herself into a furry cocoon with his Moko-moko. "You're so fluffy!"
Withholding the groan that threatened to emerge, he deliberately ignored her unintelligible babblings. It would be dishonorable to leave her unprotected, especially when her companions where equally impaired. Turning a calculating eye to the hole in the ground, he inquired stiffly, "Can you move?" Inuyasha had yet to get up, that was not a pleasant sign. He watched his limbs tremble, like he was trying to find the strength to stand, before he stilled once again and just stayed down. Over 100 sits had really taken a toll.
Taking a deep breathe to block out the grating voice his intended was using to sing while braiding his hair, Sesshomaru ground out lowly, "Inuyasha, I should kill you for allowing this to happen."
Keeping an eye on Inuyasha for as long as Naraku had certainly had its benefits, especially since the mutt happened to share a sire with the exact demon he was now scheming to trap. Ever since he took the liberty of unsealing that massive dragon, Ryukotsusei, in hopes that it could succeed where his own incarnations had failed, Naraku had been contemplating on the relations between the Dragons and Dogs. He still did not have any definitive answers, but he knew where to get them.
Dragons did not practice the same purity of blood that Inus did, resulting in some of the strangest creatures you could ever see. Whereas most of the dragons had been wiped out long ago, and all of Ryukotsusei's line obliterated, one remained.
"Ryubuta (Buta = swine), the forgotten child of Ryukotsusei," Naraku patronized, letting his voice carry over the rotten bog, "I have come to speak with you about Lord Sesshomaru." Bubbles roiled on the surface until the grotesque creature's form could be made out. Boils ruptured over non-scaled skin, the evidence of burning alive from the fire in his dragon blood. It was no question why he was called the forgotten; half dragon, half swine, this creature had a face not even a mother could love.
"Sesshomaru?" he ground out, a sound resembling that of a snort and hiss in one syllable. "Are you in league with that murderous dog?"
"Quite the opposite," Naraku smirked acerbically. "I intend to destroy him."
"Hahaha," Ryubuta snorted out dry laughter. "You think you can kill him?"
"I did not say kill," Naraku corrected, "I said destroy."
"Explain," Ryubuta grunted.
"He is currently courting a Tenshi No Ko," Naraku paused to let his words sink in. "I will take her from him."
Whether or not this half-demon was capable of carrying out his claims, Ryubuta was not about to pass up an opportunity to deal a blow to the arrogant mongrel that slaughtered his kin, "How may I be of service?"
Naraku's grin spread, "What can you tell me about his history with the mighty dragons?"
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