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Love\'s Consequences	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 10437 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Love's Consequences
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make any profit from this story.
Warning: Spoiler alerts! Just make sure you've seen the whole series, Final Act and Movies included, for I touch upon pretty much everything at one point or another.
Warning: There will be lemons in this story later on. Also, there will be character deaths in this story at a later time.
Chapter 34: Cheating Death
(A/N: I fully understand some will like this, others will not; I can't please everybody.)
Razor sharp claws grazed the skin just below her chin, severing wild strands of ebony waves in a near miss of the vital point. A fraction of a second later, the slightest delay in her reaction time, and Sesshomaru would have cut her head clean from her shoulders. He was fast, faster than Kiseki expected, but she was no sloth either.
Throwing her body backwards in an elegant flip, keeping her neck as far away from his reach as possible, she avoided the near fatal strike and landed in a defensive crouch. All four limbs on the ground, Kiseki braced for his retaliation. He was tall, that meant keeping low would grant her extra time, even if it were fractional, while he stooped to reach her. She needed every advantage she could get.
He wasted no time in commencing pursuit but restrained his energy so that he moved just faster than the female's first strike; there was no point using more energy than was necessary. Sesshomaru chased her down, only to have her put on irritating bursts of speed to avoid his attacks. Her retreat was often followed by what looked to be mock strikes, for her attacks never landed. Even if he stood still, she appeared to be aiming at odd locations, none of which would be fatal, or even damaging. Was she that incompetent, not even knowledgeable on where to hit? If it wasn't for the lack of her blood on his claws he might have come to that conclusion, but she was far too evasive for him to judge her as inept. Those abilities only came with experience, and one did not acquire experience for long without disposing of opponents.
Practiced or not, he would deal with her quickly for her transgression on his person; letting more of his constraints slacken, he moved to counter her peculiar advances with a well-aimed strike through her heart, except, she twisted around his outstretched arm and got far too close to his person, within the circle of his arms. Was she mad in the head, daring to risk such proximity? It mattered not, he could not let her assault go unpunished; she must die.
The temporary opening had afforded her the opportunity she was looking for; in order to ensure her victory, she first needed to get behind his defenses. He slashed at her, an awkward angle for both of them. Almost every strike he made was only inches away of delivering a lethal blow; it was the result of fighting so close to him. There was no way around it. At least being so near prevented him from using any of his powerful attacks, since the blast could hurt him in the process. All she had to do was evade his claws with proficient steps until her trap was set.
There was predictability in his attacks; since he was after her life, every strike was trained onto vital points. It resulted in only a limited area that she needed to defend. Whereas her "strikes," her webs, attached to areas he would not expect to need to defend. His left elbow, right wrist, both ankles, and other odd locations; it made her erratic, much harder to foresee.
They were not moving slow by any means; to an observer, they would appear a blur of black and white. Leaves and twigs whirled in their wake and that speed was increasing with each step; as he would release more and more of his restraint, Kiseki kicked up her speed to match, and keep just ahead of her death. The longer it took him to determine her full capabilities the better. If he chose to use all he had against her, she'd have a much harder time with this fight. She needed him to underestimate her. So far, it was working.
Every story she had been told, the only time he ever got injured or defeated had been for a single reason; he had underestimated the power of a half-demon. She could only expect him to remain locked in their futile struggle for so long, though. Breaking their pattern of just barely increasing speed, he caught her by surprise. She saw the razor tips coming towards her faster than she could possibly evade; she had no choice but to reveal her abilities. Closing her eyes, she pulled on a nearby anchor to escape the killing blow. Appearing behind a nearby tree, chest heaving from the sudden fright, Kiseki observed the brief confusion cross his features before being hidden again. She avoided death, but now she had a new problem; her web was not yet complete.
Golden eyes locked on to the female. Were Jaken present, the toad would assume his lord to be playing with his prey, for they never stayed alive this long. Yet here she stood, not dead, not even bleeding. Sesshomaru would be loathe to admit that this half-demon might actually be a decent opponent. His displeasure rose further when he saw her eyes slip shut. Was she that impudent to think she could take him blind?
Kiseki needed a new strategy to finish the most vital part of this battle. Her father's training came back to her, "Close your eyes; feel the world around you." She was actually more aware without her sight. "The eye can be deceived, but vibrations cannot lie." She felt Sesshomaru's pulse reverberate stronger from his left foot, his weight was resting on that side; it gave away the direction he would pivot. Charging back towards her target, eyes never even sneaking a glance lest she doubt her senses, she slipped around his strikes with grace and contortion-like moves that left him wondering how she could possibly move like that without breaking her spine.
Moving around his back like she had done before, she recalled, "Never fall into routine; patterns will allow your enemy to predict your movement." He took her bait, assuming her moves to be the same as they had been prior, and altered her pattern, throwing herself between his legs when he turned towards her. Silk trailed her every move. Almost done.
His boot nearly pinned her, but she rolled and kicked her feet up, pushing herself up with her arms and casting herself over his head, upside-down, "Keep them guessing; do not allow your actions to be read until it is too late." She gave him a wink before adding the final touch to her trap. A single touch was all it would take, if she could get close enough. Once shot, that's all she would have.
Diving to the ground over his right shoulder, placing her form firmly in the only blind spot he had, she blinked away, leaving him to find where she had gone. The distance was not far, merely on the ground behind his left hip. A single touch and he found her, but she had accomplished her task.
Putting distance between them, Kiseki perched in a tree to catch her breath and survey her work. "Fleeing? You will not escape," Sesshomaru flexed two fingers.
"Hardly," Kiseki retorted breathily, not bothering to hide the exertion she put into keeping herself alive, "just stepping back to admire my work. Yes, I think that will do nicely." She watched as he moved minutely, feeling the tugging on his clothes, but did not seem fazed by the silken threads attached to his person. He probably assumed he could break free whenever he chose, but those were not the ones of importance. He would never know just what she had been doing until it was too late.
At the same time that Kiseki was congratulating herself, Sesshomaru was speculating just how capable the girl was. Was it possible this half-demon was faster than him? No, she was barely dodging his claws. But then how could she possibly have kept up with him? He wasn't even able to detect her movement when she would disappear.
No matter, she was far enough away now that he could take her out. A glow originated from his two extended fingers, and with a flick of his wrist, out shot a glowing, green line of youki. The acid whip slashed the branch she was resting on and followed her hurried path around the forest. Ever observant, Kiseki identified something of worth as she ran; there was a repetition to his movements with this weapon, complex and ever changing, but a repetition none-the-less. If she could duplicate that...
It came at her again, noxious and cutting through the forest to get at her flesh. Planting her heel in the soft ground and bringing her holy power to simmer just below her skin, Kiseki reached out with her left hand. She dared not touch it, but guided the rope of demonic aura just like metal could be moved with magnets. Areas of stronger and weaker power acted as positive and negative charges, ushering the band to twist around her body, wrap around her arm only centimeters from lacerating her pale skin.
Twisting her body, she mirrored his actions; using a power he did not know she had, she pulled at his aura and bent it to her will. For, it wasn't only Naraku that had trained her to fight. In fact, pretty much everyone she knew played a part. Shippo had helped her with illusions, Inuyasha explained anything involving scent, and many others pitched in. But most important at this moment, Kagome had worked with her to master her holy powers, specifically the unique trait of combining with and manipulating demonic power. It was not impossible to counter, especially for one as powerful as he, but only if one was prepared for that kind of attack. Sesshomaru, however, did not know what she was; in his mind she was a half-demon, nothing more. As far as he was aware, her very existence, the combination of opposing powers, was impossible.
Snaking around her left arm, shoulders, neck, and then back down her right, Sesshomaru struggled to get his weapon back under control, even if that struggle did not show on his features. It did not make sense how the measly aura of a half demon could over-power his own. When it reached the tips of her fingers, his brows tightened as she sent it back at him. Side flash-stepping the sloppy attack, he narrowed his eyes at the impertinent female. She dared use his aura against him, wield it like a mere toy, and express mirth in his presence. Even if she had managed the feat of confiscating his ability, even as it remained attached to his right hand, he would not allow her to best him with it.
Summoning a twin whip from his left hand he slashed it towards her. She could not catch both of them, it took two hands to capture one; fighting whip vs. whip was her only chance, except, she didn't know how. Kiseki tried to counter the attack, but having no experience with how to use the highly refined skill, he quickly overcame her. Pushing her back, she fell over a recently felled tree and ended up on her rump. Both whips disintegrated and she was rapidly bound up, arms pinned at her side, by Sesshomaru's Moko-moko. He pulled her right up to his face, golden eyes pointed dangerously as he tried to figure her out, "What are you?"
After determining she could not wiggle out of the constricting hold, she looked up at him, so very close, and smirked, "Why, I'm a half-demon." She answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it would appear she would need to reveal the other half of herself if she was going to break his hold. "Half demon;" she let her purity build, "half priestess!" Throwing out power other than demonic, she blasted the fur away from her person and slipped free. The look on his face was a very pleasing sight; confusion, shock, and disbelief flashed in his eyes at her display.
'Impossible!' he guessed there was more to her than met the eye, but never expected this. The little half-demon's hands glowed with the most lethal power known to demon-kind. It made no sense, but the singed fur of his Moko-moko proved that it was indeed the case. He had himself protected from demonic energy, but not holy. How was he even to guard against both at once?
Instantly, his intentions changed; no longer was he determined to end her life, but to determine how a being this rare came to exist. But in order to get her cooperation, he would need to get her to submit. Anomaly or not, she would not defeat him.
Poison nails sparked against her holy claws, deflecting the toxic strikes even as he pushed her harder. His efforts renewed by greater purpose, Kiseki was hard pressed to keep her head attached to her shoulders; she needed to slow him down. Snagging the trigger thread and pulling it gradually tighter as she fled tightened the silken strands she laid. Sesshomaru's limbs were yanked behind him at a constricting angle, but only remained as so for the barest of seconds until his massive aura exploded out, leveling much of the smaller trees and obliterating the strings that bound him.
Kiseki had frantically avoided the immense explosion but it decimated the canopy, shedding light on the tattered remains of her web. Sunlight filtered through the damaged trees, making the silk glisten. Lifting a piece with her finger, she pouted, "Aww, you broke my beautiful web." 'Good thing you missed a spot,' she sighted, if he had managed to destroy the purity imbued strands then she really would be in trouble.
Tiring of her casual dismissal, Sesshomaru reached for the means to end this charade. Kiseki watched transfixed, as if in slow motion, when his clawed hand reached across his midsection, reaching for his weapon. Her playfulness dropped. It was now or never.
Fingers closed over Bakusaiga's hilt as Kiseki leapt into action. His hand burned over the hilt and hostile lightning sparked from the sword. Bakusaiga repelled his touch. The fraction of a second that he stood there perplexed was all the time Kiseki needed to position herself for the checkmate. She could not wait, knowing that once he figured out she had bound the sword to its scabbard with purifying silk, he would break the hold and brandish the deadly blade. Using the briefest of opportunities, she drew her hidden blades, blinked behind him, and scissored them against his throat. One foot was planted square on his back, allowing her to keep leverage, and the other was supported in the branches of the tree he stood near. She won.
Sesshomaru froze, mind spiraling to understand what had just happened and searching for a counterattack that would not render his head severed. He felt the bite of purity, a powerful sensation that had not been made known until this very second. He should have sensed it. Where was she even keeping those? This girl had countered everything he threw at her, and with Bakusaiga bound a transformation was his best option. If she so much as hinted at wanting his life…
Applying just enough pressure to cut the alabaster skin, Kiseki stated her victory, "First blood." A single drop of the viscous fluid ran down the length of her blade. Entranced by the droplet, the young spider felt her mouth water; the urge to taste him pushed its way to the surface. She leaned forward, before she realized what she was doing and snapped herself out of her trance. She settled back into reality. Last thing she needed was to give her primal self the edge it needed to escape, and giving into base instincts was just the way to do that.
When he had yet to move, even though it had only been a second at most, Kiseki pulled the cold steel from his person and set about to placate him. Flipping over his head with a twist, she landed low to the ground. Crouched with either blade held far to the side, head hung low, and gaze averted; Kiseki submitted respectfully. She waited with baited breath, ready at any second to blink away. She had no problem laying down her blades before him since dominance and alpha posturing was not in her nature, but she would not let him take her life.
When there was no movement between the two and she showed her lack of malicious intent, Sesshomaru begrudgingly acknowledged her display. The confounding creature made no sense; why would she submit now? She could have easily tried to kill him, not that he would have succumb so easily, but she did not. Had she went for the kill it would mean she wanted prestige, his title, lands, or any number of boons. Her actions to the opposite, however, indicated, she wanted him alive. Why? Did she wish to have him repay her with riches, or bestow an honor? Have him take her as a mate? Her earlier scent of arousal would indicate such.
Slowly rising to her feet and letting her blades rest at her sides, her gentle eyes met his harsh glare. She could have showed respect from the beginning, such would be the proper way to address a Lord, but her goal had been to goad him into a fight; she never expected he would dismiss her. A bright smile lit up her face, "I thank you for your time, Lord Sesshomaru. It was a privilege to pit my skill against yours."
"What do you want?" his harsh tone showed he did not believe her sincerity for a second.
Kiseki tipped her head to the side, trying to determine what he meant by that, "Huh? Oh, nothing." His eyes narrowed further, so she shrugged it off and continued. "I already got what I wanted; a good fight." She had said from the very beginning that all she wanted was a duel. "Oh, which reminds me," he was sure she was going to request something of him this time, "Do you want me to remove the spell from your sword?"
He blinked; she was offering assistance? She raised her arms in front of her, both tanto tips nearly touching, and slid both of them into their sheaths simultaneously. The instant they rested in their scabbards, any and all power signatures vanished; so that was how she kept them hidden. He was not concerned with the spell on Bakusaiga; he could remove it himself, given time, but nodded to her anyways. If she tried anything underhanded he would be ready. Besides, he had questions, "Why did you seek me out?"
Kiseki went about her task, walking around the battle-scarred land and searching out the key threads and cutting them in order to "untie" his Bakusaiga. "My brother got into my head; he had me doubting myself," she answered honestly. "I had to know."
"Brother?" he inquired. If there was more like her that could be a problem.
She raised an eyebrow at him; it was obvious he was fishing for information. Should she tell him vague truths, or keep it to herself. It wouldn't hurt anything if she were careful. "You think you got it bad with only one younger brother," she got a glare in response to mentioning Inuyasha, "I have two." Cutting another strand, she wondered if he would probe deeper.
"Are they like you?" he referred to her harboring opposing powers.
Kiseki was thoroughly enjoying herself; who knew it would be this easy to bait him. "They are nothing like me;" his vibrations mellowed, "I'm the normal one." He tensed again, and Kiseki had to fight back the mirth that threatened to burst from her mouth. She was anything but normal and she knew it, but compared to her brothers, she was definitely the most stable minded. Senzai was immature and brash, and Yasei was dangerously unbalanced. At least she could keep her rational side in control; she could keep calm.
So there were more of them. This potential threat needed to be uncovered. He could not allow a family of aberrations to harm his subjects. It was also troubling the amount of knowledge she had on him, she even knew of Inuyasha. Had they been planning an attack, spying on him?
"One more strand," she told him and got a little too close. A warning growl rumbled in his chest. "Oh relax. After this one the threads will unravel." Her claw neared his chest, but just before he lashed out, her finger twitched and the purity on his person fell away. She withdrew her hand after cutting the web attached to his armor. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Spider, you will guide me to your castle," he pulled Bakusaiga and issued the order. Kiseki's eyes grew large and she jumped away from him as fast as she could. She knew her limits; she may have taken him by surprise a few minutes ago, but she was not about to risk her luck with Bakusaiga.
He narrowed his eyes at her reaction; she was not just wary, but overtly fearful of his sword. So she even knew what the blade of his own making was capable of. Only his allies knew, since every enemy who ever faced the sword died a painfully gruesome death. It explained why she took the time to bind it.
That sword meant death. Her father once felt its terrible power. One wrong move, one wrong word, and so would she. Reaching out to the nearest power seed, her aura surrounded the means to her escape before daring to defy him, "You do not command me." He advanced and she vanished, leaving not a trace. No scent gave away her path. She was gone.
Sesshomaru was left in the devastated patch of forest with only the slightest of leads. The only clue he had to where she originated from was the border he found her on, she must be from the east. Okumo castle, he had never heard of it before, but perhaps it was listed in his archives. It was a start. First he would return home, but then, he had an abomination to find, a miracle to hunt down, and a potential threat to isolate.
A great distance away, zigzagging between anchors, Kiseki reached home and the safety of her parents' barrier with exhaustion slowing her limbs. She had been one of only a handful of demons, and even fewer half-demons, to have faced the "Killing Perfection" and lived; she successfully cheated "Death" himself.
{A/N: On Kiseki's speed, recall episode 46: Juromaru and Kageromaru, Naraku's incarnations (and thus part of him), they were wicked fast, equal to Kouga WITH his jewel shards. It is not such a stretch to assume Kiseki had the potential for great speed as well. Now, recall episode 99: A Dangerous Encounter, where Kouga and Sesshomaru meet face to face. When Rin is attacked, Kouga gets to her first. [Not saying Sesshomaru couldn't have, or that Kouga is faster than Sesshomaru, (who knows if Sesshomaru was using all his power/speed), but Kouga did pass him and save Rin first.] Now if a part of Naraku, equal to Kouga who "outran" Sesshomaru, got into Kiseki, then her speed compared to Sesshomaru is justifiable. He's still faster, but she's pretty darn close.
I know, I'm obsessed. Lol. I can justify every single skill I gave her; just ask if there is one bothering you.
I also cringe at Sesshomaru being portrayed as completely untouchable. Untrained, Inuyasha cut his arm off, for goodness sake. I know his fans will hate this, but he's not infallible.}
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