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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 40: See No Evil – pt. 1

Chapter summary: After abducting them from their travels on Honshu, Kagura and Byakuya deliver Kikyo and Kohaku to Naraku at his sea-based castle. There, Byakuya finds Sayaka and her junior priestesses transformed into Naraku’s Dark Priestess and Dark Acolytes, respectively, and his hatred for his evil master escalates. Nevertheless, Naraku is still in control, using Sayaka to subdue Byakuya.
Seizing on Naraku’s momentary distraction, Kohaku makes an attempt on the oni lord’s life, resulting in lethal retaliation from him, then Naraku orders Kagura to remove Kohaku’s Shikon jewel shard. Naraku depravedly forces Kagura to be his conduit for his magic as he resurrects Kohaku into a state of life not sustained by the jewel shard, then eagerly retreats with them into his den bedroom for a fateful, transformative sexual encounter…
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(Soundtrack: Dark Tranquillity – The Mind’s Eye)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCdxeVIUT8E
            Riding her giant, enchanted feather and his giant, enchanted origami crane, respectively, Kagura and Byakuya flew abreast of each other, heading east, away from Honshu. Together, they transported Kikyo and Kohaku to their likely unenviable fate at Naraku’s dark castle. Blindfolded to prevent her from using her miko powers to telepathically kill, Kikyo rode with Byakuya, sitting in front of the male wind demon as he held her severed arms securely across his lap. Kohaku rode with Kagura, sitting in front of her as she kept his weapons away from him, stored behind her in her feather.
            Despite the high speed with which they flew, the oncoming air did not lash against Kikyo’s or Kohaku’s faces, or those of Byakuya and Kagura behind them. The wind demons, male/female reflections of one another by Naraku’s design, projected their youki into invisible, dart-like bubbles around themselves and their respective aircraft in order to redirect the airflow around them. The bubbles were only semi-impermeable to the oncoming air, so that their interior was not totally isolated from the rest of the atmosphere and would not cause their occupants to suffocate, if the flight somehow lasted too long. The final effect was of the air caressing each male and female warrior’s face as a gentle breeze, instead of a harsh, biting gale.
            Byakuya was rigidly tense, ever-wary of Kikyo in front of him. The knowledge of how close she’d come to killing him earlier was at the forefront of his mind. For Kagura, however, the gentle breeze of the air seeping through the invisible ventilating pores in her youki field carried Kohaku’s scent and body heat back to her, which spoke directly to a delicious ache building up in her lower belly. She felt her heart quickening, hearing its brisk, excited beat in her elegantly-tapered ears. The temporary relief from her breeding heat, which Byakuya had given her by fucking her good and hard up against a very lucky tree on Honshu, was fading rapidly. Her womb had fully consumed her male reflection’s creamy seed and it throbbed for a refill. She could feel it blossoming with fertility within her, and she prayed to God that Kohaku could give it what Nature demanded of it.
            Kagura leaned forward ever-so-slightly to press her nose into the thick knot that Kohaku had bound his dark-brown hair into, then breathed deeply, quietly to fill her lungs with his scent. The effect of his scent on her was immediate and she felt the ache in her lower belly, between her thighs transform to a creaming, lubricated heat. She smelled the lingering traces of sex on him, following his tryst with Kikyo in their hot spring, and his scent told her he was clean, healthy, and virile. She whimpered into his hair and pressed her nose deeper into it, which he was immediately aware of.
            “Kagura…?” Kohaku asked uncertainly, feeling the female youkai nuzzling at his head from behind. He felt her slip a slender, feminine, yet very powerful arm around his waist, anchoring his body to hers, and her nuzzling became more insistent. Her nose and lips began to work their way downward, leaving his hair and touching the hot, bare skin of his neck, and he gasped sharply as her scent began to work the same effect on him that his did on her.
            “Kohaku,” Kagura whispered huskily as she kissed his neck.   She wanted very badly to go lower, but the fabric of his taijiya bodysuit prevented it. She separated her hungry ruby lips from his skin just enough to be able to speak clearly. “I should tell you this now. Naraku…is going to make you fuck me. And if at all possible, have you put your child in me.”
            Kohaku tensed up and was very thankful for the rigid green groin pad between his thighs, which concealed an undeniable erection that grew larger and harder with every heartbeat. He was a man now, with a man’s desires, and Kagura’s beauty, the smoldering female demonic sexuality in her every movement and expression, was incomparable on Earth. The prospect of her taking him to her bed and allowing him to sire a child with her was undeniably, profoundly exciting. “Wha-why?” he panted, struggling for breath.
            “I’m in heat,” Kagura revealed, and she smiled by the silent quiver she felt in Kohaku’s body. “As a taijiya, you’ve studied my kind, so you must know what that means for a female demon like me. I…Byakuya and I were watching you, with Kikyo in your spring. You were beautiful together. To be perfectly honest, I’m looking forward to getting you out of this suit, and myself out of these robes. You handled Kikyo well, so I want to know what you can do for me. I just hope that Naraku will let me have you…on my terms.”
            Kohaku felt his heart speed up and a furious blush crossed his face as he grappled with the idea of Kagura watching him making love with Kikyo, and enjoying it. He composed himself quickly. “You know it won’t be,” he reminded to Kagura pessimistically, as well-acquainted with Naraku’s twisted personality as she was. He covered her exploring hand on his waist with one of his and twined their fingers together. He squeezed her hand affectionately, taking solace in having her near him again, after so many years without her. Whatever was about to happen at Naraku’s castle, he comforted himself with the thought that at the very least, he’d get to be with Kagura, of all women, in the way he’d long dreamed.
            From his seat on his origami crane, Byakuya observed Kagura interacting intimately with Kohaku, and he was very happy for the taijiya, for him to have attracted such a female to himself. Having had Kagura himself, he predicted she was going to rock Kohaku’s world. Despite the sensitivity of his tapered youkai ears, he couldn’t hear what Kagura and Kohaku were saying to each other due to the poor transmission of sound between his female reflection’s windproof youki bubble and his own, but by how Kagura practically wrapped herself around the handsome young taijiya, he could infer the general nature of the conversation. At the same time, he was aware of the romance that also existed between Kikyo and Kohaku, having seen them joining their bodies through Kanna’s mirror as he ‘relieved’ Kagura earlier.   He felt compelled to point out the fast-budding Kagura/Kohaku relationship to his priestess prisoner.
            “Kikyo-san,” Byakuya addressed very respectfully. She did not reply immediately, but turned her head to show him one side of her face over her shoulder and indicate that he had her attention. “I know you can’t see this, but Kohaku and Kagura are getting very…friendly…with each other.”
            “I don’t need to see it,” Kikyo said, directing her head toward Kohaku and Kagura as they flew alongside herself and Byakuya. “I can feel it.”   She focused her miko senses and perceived the pleasant, positive energy of Kagura expressing her affection for Kohaku, and of Kohaku reciprocating it. Their hearts were beating quickly with their mutual excitement, their bodies quivering with mutual attraction. To Kikyo’s mind’s eye, the energy they put out was as a mass of warm, orange light on a mottled grey background, a treat for her to ‘look’ at. Then, she looked straight ahead of her again, scanning the mottled grey horizon with her mind, searching for Naraku’s aura and detecting nothing except what was ostensibly open water.
            “Are we near our destination, yet?” Kikyo asked to Byakuya, forcing an indifferent tone.
            “Yes,” Byakuya confirmed grimly. “Quite near.”
(Soundtrack: Candlemass – House of Doom)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tpb6HOcLfn8
            Then, Byakuya, Kikyo, Kagura, and Kohaku passed through an invisible, yet permeable barrier in the air above the sea. Shaped as a giant half-sphere, it was as both optical and spiritual camouflage, and instantly, Kikyo’s spiritual second sight was flooded with the darkness in concealed. She gasped by the sheer oppressive energy slamming over her – before her lay an ink-black void in the universe that swallowed up perhaps 60 degrees of her psychic field of view in the horizontal plane, and 30 in the vertical – Naraku’s castle. It emanated evil in viscous threads that seemingly dripped upward, into the sky. Being not blindfolded, Byakuya, Kagura, and Kohaku were focused instead on the optical sight of the castle’s shimmering magenta energy barrier, with the castle itself as a hulking, gloomy black shape beyond it.
            As Byakuya and Kagura flew themselves closer to the energy barrier, a circular gap formed in it to allow them through, then closed up behind them. Down on the wide, rocky plateau in front of the castle’s main entrance, they saw hundreds of Naraku’s skeleton soldiers assembled into neat formations of 50 each – Naraku’s reception for his latest ‘guests.’ The wind demons landed on the plateau, then Kagura ordered Kohaku off her feather, remaining aboard it until he had stepped away a sufficient distance in order to keep control over his weapons. For his own part, Byakuya carefully helped Kikyo dismount his origami crane, to prevent her from tripping and falling since she was still blindfolded and without her arms.
            Once she was steady on her feet, Kikyo pulled away from Byakuya to face Naraku’s castle directly. Now that she was much closer to it, she sensed that the dark void that consumed her awareness had a slight gradient to it, and the darkest point of that gradient told her exactly where Naraku was in three dimensions: at the back of the castle on ground level, probably in the den formerly occupied by whatever unfortunate daimyo the oni lord had stolen the castle from. Strangely, ten points of churning, black/white greyness became visible to Kikyo now, located conspicuously near Naraku’s position, plus a point of pure darkness near Naraku that incredibly, exceeded the oni lord in sheer malevolence.
            Spiritually sensitive themselves, if not to the same degree Kikyo was, Kagura and Byakuya also sensed the ten new grey auras and the very intense dark aura that was clearly not Naraku’s. “Who are they?” Kagura asked aloud to Byakuya. “They weren’t here when we left.”
            “Reiki is the source of their power,” Kikyo observed, speaking of the grey auras. “But it’s been twisted, somehow. I assume they are the Lady Sayaka, and the other priestesses from her village? The dark one must be Magatsuhi, again released from the Shikon jewel by Naraku.”
            A rotten feeling consumed Byakuya’s stomach, while an icy one gripped his heart. Something terrible had happened to Sayaka and her girls in his absence. He wanted to run to them, but first he had a duty to escort Kikyo into the castle, physically impaired as she was. He placed a hand on one of the armless, blindfolded miko’s shoulders, squeezing firmly to guide her forward as firmly as possible while remaining polite. “Let’s go,” he ordered tersely.
            Kagura did the same for Kohaku, then they and Byakuya/Kikyo began to cross the flat, rocky terrain between themselves and the castle’s entrance. As they walked, passing between two formations of skeleton soldiers that faced the opposite direction, the skeletons turned smartly and faced inward with a precisely-synchronized schlack of 16^th-century Japanese armor plate rattling loosely around hard, fleshless bone. The skeletons drew the katana at their right hips in perfect unison, with a scrape of steel blade sliding out of bamboo scabbard multiplied several dozen times. Then, they thrust their swords into the air above them and holding them vertically, brought them downward so that the swords’ hand-guards were at face level - a salute to Kikyo and Kohaku specifically, and also a silent message that told them Naraku knew that they had arrived.
            As Byakuya/Kikyo and Kagura/Kohaku approached the front entrance of the castle, the shoji door there slid open on its own, like a hungry mouth yawning to swallow them all alive. They stopped, with Byakuya and Kagura fearing what they would find inside this time. Undaunted, Kikyo stepped forward to pull away from Byakuya, and he released her, allowing her to move ahead of him. Carefully, she managed her way up the steps to the castle’s wooden front deck, unable to see them due to her blindfold, then turned to orient her blindfolded face to Byakuya behind her. “Come on. I will not have had my arms ripped off for nothing, today,” she chastised to him. “And I imagine that if you won’t take me to Naraku, one of them will.” She motioned her head at any one of the hundreds of skeleton soldiers in formation behind Byakuya.
            Steeling himself for whatever horrors Naraku had in store, Byakuya followed Kikyo up the castle’s front steps and resumed guiding her by the shoulder. They entered the castle through the open shoji door and Kohaku followed, with Kagura right behind him. Once they were all inside, the shoji doors slid closed, as if to seal them to their fates. From there, Byakuya directed Kikyo through the labyrinthine halls, helping her step over the remains of the long-dead castle servants that littered them, until they finally arrived at the door to Naraku’s den, the door to doom itself.
            Glowing lamplight silhouetted Naraku’s dark shape onto the shoji door of his den, and the silhouettes of several others flickered alongside it. Byakuya handed off the wrapped-up bundle of Kikyo’s severed arms to one skeleton soldier that stood guard beside the door, and Kagura did the same with Kohaku’s weapons to the second skeleton. Then, once Byakuya, Kikyo, Kagura, and Kohaku were in place in front of the door, the oni lord commanded the door to slide open and reveal himself, Magatsuhi, Sayaka, and Sayaka’s nine junior priestesses to their eyes.
            “Kikyo. Kohaku,” Naraku purred malevolently. “Welcome!”
            Poised proudly to receive Kikyo and Kohaku, Naraku sat on his throne of skulls and other human bones at the back wall of his den, wearing his lilac hakama for some modesty, following his marathon fuck-session with Sayaka and Magatsuhi in the recent hours. This left his pale upper body totally bare, and he took a special pleasure in having his brutal male musculature on full display for his new guests. It was also an effort to keep up appearances and conceal the Shikon-related illness that yet progressed within him. Beside him, Magatsuhi sat on one of his throne’s armrests, wearing his lilac haori, also for modesty. In front of his throne, the gaping hole in the floor that Sayaka had lowered herself through, in order to reach Naraku in his incarnation birthing chamber, had been completely, seamlessly sealed up.
            Then, beside Naraku’s throne facing perpendicular to it, Sayaka herself sat in traditional Japanese fashion on a small tatami mat, redressed in a new, black/white version of her miko’s robes spun from the castle’s magic loom, since the ones she had before ended up getting totally soaked with blood following her ‘conversion’ to Naraku’s Dark Priestess. Her haori was bony white, as her previous one had been, while her new hakama was now charcoal black to reflect the darkness that now permeated her being. Behind her, her junior priestesses, converted into her Dark Acolytes, sat behind her in a neat row on tatami mats of their own, wearing simple white yukata.
            Byakuya and Kagura stepped into Naraku’s den, presenting Kikyo and Kohaku to their dark master, and the den door slid closed behind them at his telekinetic command. Immediately, Byakuya’s eyes were on Sayaka as he considered the warped reiki energy he could feel radiating from her and her girls. Her eyes met his and he saw that her eyes’ previously-white sclera had turned completely black, and there was a strange, new glow in her golden irises that allowed them to stand out from the surrounding blackness. He could see a damning sadness in her eyes for a moment, before she cast her gaze downward to the floor.
            Beyond Sayaka, Byakuya was surprised to see the miko prostitute’s younger girls alive again. All of their eyes had black sclera, as Sayaka’s did. The last time he saw them, their lifeless bodies were glued to the interior of their shrine bath house, via Naraku’s vile demon flesh-matter. As concerned as he was them and Sayaka, he was simultaneously elated that whatever had taken place in his absence, they weren’t dead anymore. Of course, only time would tell if they were actually better off alive, under Naraku’s control…
            “Naraku…” Byakuya began, struggling for breath as he processed his emotions for Sayaka and her girls. He had been a witness and party to the various misfortunes they’d suffered over the past eighteen hours or so. All, except for this. “What have you done?”
            Naraku smiled with visible self-satisfaction, seeing Byakuya glancing over to Sayaka and her girls. “Sayaka-sensei and I have reached a fabulous agreement,” he said to his wind demon son. “Her body for her girls. Her soul for her village. I have fucked her, Byakuya. Even now, my seed churns in her belly. Nine very good, hard rounds with her, in exchange for her nine girls. And then a tenth, in which you might say she…gave her heart to me. I’ve told you what I’ve done, now let me show you!”
            With a cry, Byakuya staggered backward away from Kikyo and he bumped up into the shoji wall behind him as Naraku telepathically transmitted explicit images of him fucking Sayaka directly into his mind, making sure that the amount of pleasure she had taken from their various lewd acts together was clear to him. Feeling the strength leaving his legs, Byakuya slid down the wall to sit in a heap on the den floor, then slumped over onto his side as Naraku force-fed to him the final, most damaging image, that of him reaching into Sayaka’s chest and tearing her beating heart right out of her. He corrupted it with his shouki and stuffed it back into her body, transforming her into his Dark Priestess. The vile memory of the explosion of blood and pain he had subjected Sayaka to had Byakuya screaming helplessly, thrashing wildly on the den’s floor.
            Kagura’s face contorted into an expression of sympathy as she watched her male twin suffering so. Then, she was privately thankful that whatever horrors Byakuya was seeing inside his head, she couldn’t see them with him. She looked back to Naraku and the oni lord gestured for her to bring Kikyo and Kohaku forward, to a pair of tatami mats that lay on the floor directly in front of his evil throne. Not wanting to provoke him into doing the same thing to her as he was Byakuya, she obeyed and urged Kikyo and Kohaku to approach Naraku, then take their seats on their mats.
            “Truly, welcome,” Naraku repeated, visibly enjoying having Kikyo and Kohaku, two of his most adamant enemies, sitting in submissive positions before him. Kagura knelt on the floor behind them, so that they were as vulnerable to her as possible, to allow her to be able to subdue them quickly, if necessary. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, in person. Kohaku – you’re looking quite manly, now. And Kikyo, I do apologize about your arms, but you are apparently quite lethal with them still attached to you.”
            Despite being blindfolded, Kikyo kept her eyes open, in order to have at least the physical sensation of glaring at Naraku. She contemplated the intensity of the darkness pouring off him, and it was matched, possibly even exceeded, by what she felt coming from Magatsuhi. She turned her head to regard the spectral demon directly, given flesh through a sexually-enhanced clone of the late Yura of the Demon Hair, and Naraku smiled. “You remember Magatsuhi, don’t you?” he asked to Kikyo. “Of course, she was a he, the last time.”
            “I remember you,” Kikyo hissed to Magatsuhi. “I remember…that Sesshomaru killed you…somewhat easily.”
            Temporarily insulted, Magatsuhi stiffened in her seat on Naraku’s throne armrest, then her face twisted into an evil smile as she contemplated the untold amounts of pain she looked forward to inflicting on Kikyo. “If I’m such an easy mark, it’s a wonder you didn’t eliminate me yourself, back when you had possession of the Shikon jewel,” she posed. Immediately, she continued: “Oh! I know! You had no idea I was even inside it. To you, it was a pretty bauble wrapped up in a vague legend that told you: ‘Guard me.’ The ‘Great Priestess’ Kikyo wore me on her chest for years, and was none the wiser…”
            Kikyo turned her head to look at Naraku again. “I know what you want with me, Naraku,” she said to him with an accusatory tone, thinking of what she had learned about him and his illness from her visit to Sayaka’s village. Then, she had intentionally not shared that knowledge with Kohaku in order to protect him, or at least not give Naraku another reason to kill him. “For Kohaku’s sake, it would be best if he was not present to hear it.”
            “A very good idea,” Naraku agreed. “I would so regret having to kill you, Kohaku, in order to prevent certain knowledge from getting loose, through you. Therefore, I’ll deal with you first.” The oni lord looked past Kohaku to Kagura behind him. “Kagura, I’ll let you have the honor. Remove Kohaku’s jewel shard, then give it to me.”
            Kagura gasped as she felt Naraku send a telepathic image into her mind, thankfully nothing as obscene as what he had sent to Byakuya just now. She felt her visual awareness become augmented with the new information Naraku was giving her, allowing her to see the shard of the Shikon jewel buried in Kohaku’s neck, when ordinarily, it would have been invisible to her. It appeared to her as a tiny aura of pink light, shining beneath the glossy-black bodysuit material that covered the back of his neck. Reluctantly, she scooted herself closer to Kohaku from behind, in order to put the back of his neck within her reach. She was still highly attracted to him and his scent wrought havoc on her, getting her nipples tingling with anticipation under her robes and aggravating the hot, lubricated throb between her thighs.
            Kohaku tensed up as Kagura pressed herself to him from behind, this time with Naraku watching with dark enjoyment. He could see a frightening erection building up underneath the oni lord’s hakama. With Kagura about to extract the jewel shard keeping him alive and therefore killing him, his opportunities to act and save himself and Kikyo from Naraku were rapidly dwindling to zero. He trembled as Kagura reached around to his front and began to undo the chest clasp of his taijiya bodysuit, pulling it open just enough to be able to pull the suit’s collar down the back of his neck.
            Kohaku’s jewel shard was fully exposed to Kagura now, and he moaned softly, in anything but pleasure, as she touched her finely-manicured fingertips to it, seemingly trying to decide how best to extract it. She was touching the only thing keeping him tethered to the mortal plane, disturbing his very place in the universe. He kept his gaze locked on Naraku, and the oni lord smiled darkly to him. “Don’t be afraid. These past several years, with you carrying that jewel shard in you, you have been valuable to me. As my soldier, my spy, and my tool to inflict suffering on InuYasha and his friends, through your sister. Even without it, you have value to me, so I will retain your life.”
            Then, Byakuya returned to his senses and sat up from his crumpled state on the den floor. A murderous rage he had never felt before consumed him, and he was acutely aware of the weight of his sword in its scabbard over his back. He rose to his feet, then reached up to wrap his hand around the hilt of his sword, ripping it out of its scabbard. Moving diagonally to bypass Kikyo, Kohaku, and Kagura in front of Naraku, he lunged at Naraku from one side, holding his sword parallel to the floor with both hands, aiming the tip of it for his master’s throat.
            Looking past Kohaku and Kagura, Naraku saw Byakuya rise and draw his sword. By the power of his mind, he perceived his incarnation’s movements in seeming slow motion, allowing him to easily react in time. To this end, he sent a telepathic command to Sayaka, his first order to her as his Dark Priestess. Swiftly, she rose from her seat and placed herself between Naraku and Byakuya to protect her new master. She channeled her new dark powers into a field of invisible energy that projected out in front of her in a wide arc, and it seized Byakuya’s body mid-leap, holding him totally immobile.
            Byakuya struggled to break free from Sayaka’s telekinetic hold over him, and Naraku shook his head in dismay at the wind demon’s latest, violent outburst toward him. Byakuya held physical and increasingly romantic affection for Sayaka, and it was manifesting as hatred for his very creator. Despite this, Naraku did not retaliate directly. “Tsk. You’re becoming quite a handful, my dear Byakuya,” the oni lord taunted. “I did put Sayaka-sensei through quite a bit, today, and I know you care for her, so in my magnanimity, I’ll overlook your aggression. This time.”
            Sayaka’s black/gold eyes flashed mysteriously and Byakuya felt his grip on his sword’s hilt loosen against his will as the muscles in his hands contracted to open his fingers. She withdrew her magic’s suspending effect from the sword and once his grip was sufficiently compromised, it slipped out of his hands and clattered to the floor. Continuing to hold him in place in his leaping pose, she approached him with a sensuous sway in her hips and a compassionate expression in her eyes. “I can’t let you kill him,” she said to him. “I’ve given myself to him in this way so that he’ll bring my village back to life.”
            Byakuya quivered in his forced, mid-air stillness, unable to move a single muscle under his own command. Standing directly in front of him now, Sayaka reached up to touch his handsome face, then pressed her lips to his. As their mouths sealed together and her tongue sought his, his eyes widened and some part of her flowed into him through their kiss, taking control of everything within. With the sclera of his eyes turning ink-black as hers were, he closed his eyes and moaned helplessly into their kiss as male demonic arousal blossomed in him, equal to what Kagura was feeling for Kohaku right then. Instantly, all thoughts of killing Naraku were banished from his mind.
            A powerful erection began to swell up and pulse between Byakuya’s thighs, under his hakama, and Sayaka gradually released his body from her control to set him down onto his feet, knowing he no longer posed a threat to Naraku. “Very good, Sayaka-sensei,” Naraku approved. His red eyes glowed as he watched Sayaka press herself to Byakuya’s front to feel the size and heat of his desire for her against her belly, through their clothes. “An elegant response to a would-be assassin. Make love, not war. Now, take Byakuya back to your room, with your girls. Show him…a good time…”
            “Yes, Naraku-sama,” Sayaka agreed obediently, then reached down to one of Byakuya’s sides to take his hand into hers. She could feel the cooperation in his body, and she was relieved she wouldn’t have to force him to move. Her nine girls rose from their mats on the floor and followed their dark mistress as she led Byakuya out of the den, into the hallway outside. Helpfully, Naraku used his telekinesis to open the den’s door in front of them, then close it behind them. Now, he was left with only Magatsuhi, Kikyo, Kohaku, and Kagura for company, but what company they would be.
(Soundtrack: Dark Tranquillity – Still Moving Sinews)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W__XvQqOViM
            Seizing upon Naraku’s distraction with Byakuya and Sayaka, Kohaku had been surreptitiously working the muscles in his right forearm to make a hidden weapon ready: a thin, long and very sharp steel shaft contained in a rigid wooden tube sewn into the right sleeve of his bodysuit. Consecrated by Kikyo, it was a last-ditch emergency weapon, but capable of penetrating shouki-charged demon flesh – Naraku’s. He felt the well-oiled latch mechanism in it give silently, then, keeping his right hand clenched into a semi-fist, he used his middle two fingers to gradually release the spring-loaded pressure the shaft was held under. With the sharp end facing up the length of his arm, the blunt end extended from the tube, protruded from his sleeve, and came to rest under his palm.
            Kohaku kept very still as Naraku’s evil gaze left Sayaka, Byakuya, and Sayaka’s acolytes, sweeping over him on its way to Kikyo. Once he saw that the oni lord’s attention was diverted from him as much as possible, he made his move. Behind him, with every fiber of her body attuned to his in anticipation of having sex with him, Kagura perceived the subtle clench in his muscles as he wound up to move, and her scream left her throat all too late. “Kohaku, NO!”
            Kohaku’s speed, driven by the shard of the Shikon jewel in his neck, was impressive and totally prevented Kagura from stopping him. One of her hands shot out after him and her fingers missing his suit’s collar by mere inches, but may as well have been by miles. He wanted to be with her as she did him, but his close position to Naraku had given him an opportunity he couldn’t ignore, even if it cost him his life. Using his left hand, he drew his stabbing shaft fully from its storage tube under his right sleeve, turned it end-for-end and thrust it into his right hand to grip it, then lunged from his seat to throw himself at Naraku, aiming his secret weapon for the oni lord’s throat. Incredibly, he succeeded in hitting his mark, plunging his steel shaft right through Naraku’s larynx. Beyond that, the shaft skewered the upper portions of the oni lord’s trachea and esophagus, glancing off the vertebrae that protected his spinal cord, and exploded out the back of his neck in a splatter of black blood that sprayed the back of his throne.
            Naraku’s red eyes widened with the pain shooting through his mind and he retched pure, black blood, but he remained alive. Beside him, Magatsuhi laughed heartily, as if feeling validated that even Naraku could be vulnerable to Kohaku in certain situations. Reflexively, Naraku’s left hand shot up to grip Kohaku’s right wrist, and his right shot up and out to wrap around the taijiya’s neck, squeezing just hard enough to cut off his breathing without killing him outright. The oni lord’s expression was one of anger only briefly before it turned to a sadistic smile. “Thank you, Kohaku,” he mocked. “You’ve made this only easier for me.”
            In a single movement, Naraku released Kohaku’s wrist and neck, and swiftly clamped the taijiya’s head between his large hands. He stood up from his throne and lifted Kohaku clear off his feet by his head, leading the taijiya warrior to cry out in pain, struggling and kicking wildly at his midsection. Kohaku was as powerful as he was nimble, delivering very hard, practiced leg blows to his captor, leading Naraku to immediately regret not wearing his armor. Then, bracing himself against the pain of Kohaku’s defensive attacks, he glanced down at Kagura as he saw her preparing to intervene. With a single flash from his red eyes, he telekinetically gripped her heart inside her and used that unique agony to subdue her.
            At the same time, Kikyo tried to help Kohaku as well, despite being blindfolded and missing her arms. She knew she could do nothing but physically throw herself at Naraku, but still she tried, and Naraku shrugged her off him with an annoyed grunt, tossing her back down to the floor with his greater size and strength. By his command, strong, agile tendrils of his demon flesh burst out of the floor from the hell pit deep beneath to wrap around her neck and waist only, since she didn’t have any arms for them to grab onto, then yanked her down to the floor to restrain her. She struggled briefly, then accepted that it was impossible to escape, bowing her head in defeat.
            Naraku glanced between Kagura and Kikyo as he held them and Kohaku completely at his mercy, each one of them in a different way. Satisfied that the women could not interfere again, he spoke to them: “My ladies. Just you watch.” With that, the oni lord’s eyes sought Kohaku’s again, and the moment their gazes were locked, Naraku’s eyes dilated visibly with special, sadistic enjoyment as he quipped: “My dear Kohaku, you’ve been quite the pain in the neck.” On ‘neck,’ every steely muscle in both of Naraku’s powerful arms flexed at once. Tangent to Kohaku’s skull, one hand slid in one direction, the other slid in the opposite direction, and the result was a lethal torque that not only snapped the taijiya’s neck, but spun his head completely the wrong way.
            Kohaku neck broke with a squishy pop and his body went limp. As Naraku released his head from his hands, the taijiya warrior was dead before he hit the floor. Kohaku collapsed into a lifeless heap on the floor right in front of Kagura, and the wind witch gradually overcame the pain of Naraku’s invisible fingers clutching her heart to take a single breath and release it as a scream. “You said you’d let him LIVE!” she accused to her dark master, then he steadily increased the pressure on her heart to silence her voice, causing her body to visibly wilt under the mounting pain. Weakly, she slumped over onto her side, gazing into Kohaku’s dead, empty eyes as his head faced 180 degrees away from the rest of his body. Breathless and almost inaudible, she wept: “You said…you said…”
            “I said…I would take his jewel shard in such a way that he survives,” Naraku reminded to Kagura. His voice was somewhat gurgled by the blood clogging his throat, along with Kohaku’s steel stabbing shaft as it interfered with the movement of his throat’s internal structures. He reached up to yank the shaft up out of himself, then the slender hole it left in him healed up in very little time. Studying it in his hand, he channeled his shouki into it to overcome the spell placed on it and dissolved it to metallic ashes, so that it could not be used against him again. Regarding Kagura again, he continued: “Death is actually rather survivable, don’t you think? Everyone in this room has defied death at least once, even you.”
            Naraku suddenly released the pressure on Kagura’s heart and she felt warmth and breath return to her body. Rapidly regaining her strength by her demonic constitution, she sat up on the den floor and glared at her evil creator. “Bring him back,” she demanded to him, speaking of the freshly-murdered Kohaku. Her demand was fiery, then her voice took on a pleading tone as she contemplated the fear of being without Kohaku permanently. “Please…”
            Kagura watched with bated breath as Naraku stooped down and wound up a hand in Kohaku’s thick, dark brown hair, casually picking him up off the floor. With their dissimilar heights, the oni lord used his incredible strength to hold Kohaku’s full body weight off the floor at arm’s length, enjoying the dark novelty of watching his body swaying lifelessly as he moved his hand back and forth. Using his other hand, he pushed on one of the dead taijiya’s shoulders to turn his body so that it was correctly aligned with his head again, then sat back down on his throne, this time with a dead Kohaku sitting across his lap.
            Naraku expressed a sinister affection for Kohaku in this moment of physical closeness between them, experiencing a chilling intimacy that he could only achieve with someone he’d recently killed. He considered the lanky boy the taijiya had been when they’d met, and compared that image to that of the strong young man he had become with his maturity. Sexually, he found no attraction to the former, but a level of attraction to the latter almost equal to what he felt for Kagura or Sayaka. That Kagura and Kikyo were attracted to Kohaku made the taijiya strangely attractive to him, as well. Cradling Kohaku’s head to a shoulder, flimsily supported by a heavily-damaged neck as it was, Naraku pressed his face into the taijiya’s hair and breathed deeply as he might with his favorite women, finding himself getting very, very excited for the twisted bedroom encounter yet to come.
            After indulging his necro-homoerotic attraction to Kohaku for a bit, Naraku gripped the rear of his bodysuit’s collar and carelessly ripped the garment down his spine, exposing the richly-muscled planes of his bare back. He moved the dead taijiya so that he lay over one of his knees, with the taijiya’s back facing upward and his face buried in Magatsuhi’s lap, to which the female demon responded by lovingly petting a hand through his hair. “Now, Kagura,” Naraku ordered. “The shard.”
            Kagura rose to her feet, making sure she had her balance back before trying to walk forward. She eyed Naraku suspiciously, then approached him to climb partially into his lap in order take up position above Kohaku’s back. “I know you’re angry with me,” Naraku said to his lovely female incarnation, his tone unusually conciliatory. “But you should take some reassurance from this: he can’t feel what’s about to happen, now.” She glared at him again, then her hard, ruby gaze softened somewhat as she accepted his logic. For her, whatever caused Kohaku the least pain possible was indeed the preferable option.
            Bracing herself for the sight of blood, Kohaku’s blood, Kagura pressed her fingertips to the place in the taijiya’s neck where his jewel shard was located and began to dig, using her sharp demonic fingernails to scratch her way past skin and a little bit of muscle to slowly excavate the dark treasure beneath. She was privately thankful that since he was dead right then, he didn’t thrash or struggle to make the job more difficult or damaging to his body. Soon, the tip of the shard was exposed to open air and Kagura plucked it out to hold it up, dripping with blood for Naraku to see.
            Naraku took the shard from Kagura and summoned the Shikon jewel to him. Holding the main jewel in one hand and Kohaku’s shard between two fingers with the other, he brought the two separate parts together and they united as if by magnetism, with the shard finding the slender crevice in the jewel from which it had come and filling it perfectly. Kohaku’s blood served as the mortar to seal the gaps. Naraku felt the jewel pulse with upgraded power and he admired its tainted beauty for a bit before reabsorbing it into his body. This left him with a lifeless and now shardless Kohaku in his lap, and he turned the dead taijiya over onto his back, his head facing upward in Magatsuhi’s darkly-affectionate hands.
            Pulling back, Kagura watched as Naraku ripped the front of Kohaku’s taijiya bodysuit open as he had done to the back, baring the taijiya’s exquisitely-muscled chest and abdomen to both of them. Conspicuously, Kohaku’s chest did not rise and fall as it would have if he was breathing, and inside his chest, his heart was deathly still. Naraku was well aware of the nature of brain death as it applied to humans and knew that he had to act quickly before Kohaku was permanently lost.
            Naraku lay a hand on the taijiya’s bare chest, tracing his fingertips over the muscle-filled flesh there and feeling the lingering postmortem warmth, and looked to Kagura. “Kagura. Since you so dearly want to see Kohaku live again, I’m sure you wouldn’t object to participating, would you?”
            Kagura truly feared the wild expression on Naraku’s face, then swallowed thickly and dared: “No, I wouldn’t.”
            Naraku’s evil red eyes flashed in delight and he ordered to his sexy kaze: “Very good. Come, and put your hand here.”
            Kagura saw Naraku pointing to Kohaku’s exposed left pectoral, directly over his heart, and she felt her own heart clench with the horrifying muscle memory of her creator’s invisible fingers clenching down on it. Nevertheless, she approached Naraku again and reached out to lay a hand over Kohaku’s deliciously-hard pec, then Naraku swiftly covered her hand with one of his, forcibly entwining their fingers. “Now, feel,” Naraku hissed with perverse enjoyment as he channeled his dark power into his hand, and by extension Kagura’s, causing them both to phase slightly out of existence and submerge into Kohaku’s body.
            The slowly, yet steadily-decreasing heat of Kohaku’s deceased flesh surrounded Kagura’s hand, then her wrist and part of her forearm, and she felt her skin crawling by the alien sensation. Naraku guided her hand with his inside the taijiya’s body precisely, knowingly, until they arrived at his motionless heart between his equally-motionless lungs and closed their fingers around it together. “When I punish you, this is what I feel,” he boasted to her, the erection under his hakama having reached rapacious proportions.
            Naraku channeled more of his dark power into his hand, and it osmosed into Kagura’s to enter Kohaku’s stilled heart through her fingers. The taijiya’s heart gave a sudden beat: bump-bump, with each bump distinctly, lethargically separated from each other. Kagura gasped as she felt the muscles of Kohaku’s most vital organ straining against her fingers from the inside of her grip, and another beat followed, then another and another. Bump-bump, bump-BUMP, BUMP-BUMP, BUMP-BUMP!!
            Kohaku’s lungs began respirating again and his chest swelled with breath, the boundary of his skin moving up and down Kagura’s phased-out forearm like ocean tide flowing up and down the wooden support beam of a coastal pier. His spinal cord and crushed/shattered vertebrae mended inside his neck and his eyes, having glassed-over with his death, suddenly lit up with restored life and refocused as his brain began working again. The first sound out of his mouth was a scream, the sound he had been gearing up to make right as Naraku broke his neck, then his scream ceased before it reached peak shrillness as he quickly realized that he wasn’t dead. He looked down to see Kagura’s and Naraku’s hands submerged into his chest, feeling the pressure of their fingers around his heart.
            “K…Kagura,” Kohaku whispered softly, panting as he struggled to get enough breath into his lungs to speak.
            Naraku kept Kagura’s hand in place around Kohaku’s now-beating heart and observed the expressions crossing his wind witch’s lovely face: relief that Kohaku lived again, revulsion that she was touching a place inside him so important to his continued life, and a growing impatience to strip the remnants of his ruined bodysuit off him, toss him back against her bed, then fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him until he had quenched her heat by fathering a child with her. Each beat of Kohaku’s heart in her hand spoke to the female demonic spirit inside her: this was a powerful, virile male she now had access to, and surely he could do what both Naraku and Byakuya had failed in.
            Bump-bump, bump-bump. Kohaku’s heartbeat echoed in Kagura’s very soul, growing harder, faster, stronger, and her own heart beat to match it. Her voluptuous chest heaved visibly beneath her heavy kimono by her distressed breathing. She gasped aloud by the desire welling up in her, driven by the natural urges of her female demonic heat, and Naraku smiled at her. “Yes…” he hissed. “You’re beginning to understand the enjoyment I take. When I ‘punish’ you, squeezing your heart to take you to the brink of death, this is what I feel, your beating heart struggling in my very hand.”
            Naraku released his hand from around Kagura’s and she released it from around Kohaku’s heart, extracting it from his chest as quickly as she could without damaging anything. Once her hand was free, it phased back into normal existence, made of solid, flesh-and-blood matter again. Naraku helped Kohaku sit up on his lap, feeling that the resurrected taijiya would not move to attack him again, at least for the moment. He shoved Kohaku forward out of his lap and the taijiya warrior stumbled in his post-revival weakness, leading Kagura to spring forward and catch him out of pure instinct, pulling him close to her and holding him preciously.
            The small, bloody hole Kagura had dug in the back of Kohaku’s neck healed up until only a faint scar remained, then Naraku stood up from his throne. The huge, phallic bulge in the front of his hakama indicated his excitement, then he gestured at a set of shoji doors adjacent to the ones that led into his den. The doors slid open to reveal his personal bedroom, from which a charcoal-black vapor flowed out to cover the den floor – the darkness of his spirit manifested into physical form. Inside, his personal bed lay in wait as if it had a predatory spirit of its own,
            Naraku left his throne and Magatsuhi hopped off its armrest with him. “Kagura – bring Kohaku,” he commanded, moving to stand to one side of his bedroom’s doorway, gesturing inside. “Magatsuhi, bring Kikyo. We’ll have such fun, now.”

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A Twist in the Myth