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Hanyou Wars	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 3736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Kagome, and they and everybody associated with them belong to the brilliant Rumiko Takahashi (except in my dreams).

AN: Seven more parts to go (including this one) unless I decide to add an epilogue to explain pretty much what happens to everybody after this is all over. This part contains some nice lime-scented fluff as well as the beginnings of some bloody torture. You have been warned.

8. Springing the Trap

The first three weeks of hunting for the slavers went well enough despite a lack of any real results. The routine was simplicity itself: after returning from their most recent visit to the fertility clinic, Inuyasha and Kagome would gather the rest of the group and set out for the next area to be searched. With the hanyou carrying his mate and the others traveling aboard Kirara, they were easily able to cover the distance the injured child had traveled before the sun rose on the next morning.
Once they arrived in the chosen area, the group split into two camps separated by a short distance. While Takara had insisted on remaining with his new family, Kagome vetoed that plan without even hearing it out: if Inuyasha was willing to make himself a target, that was one thing--she wasn�t at all certain she could protect both of her hanyous if things started to get dangerous.
In the end, Takara was persuaded to remain with Sango and Miroku�s group because--as Kagome explained it--his inuhanyou ears had the best chance of hearing the whistle she wore around her neck if they got into trouble.
Fortunately, they had not yet had occasion to use it.

*

It was nearly midnight of the third day into their fourth week of searching when Inuyasha rose from the spent, sleeping body of his mate to take up his nightly vigil in the branches of the tree directly above where the miko lay curled up in her sleeping bag on the forest floor. Despite the need to feel his mate�s body against his own that gnawed at him with an almost physical pain he forced himself away from her willing flesh, soothing aura, and compelling scent as soon as she fell asleep after making love each night. He would not jeopardize all that he had gained in recent years by indulging his desires.
Tearing his eyes away from the woman sleeping peacefully beneath his perch he peered into the darkness, ears swiveling to catch the slightest noise that didn�t belong. Satisfied that all sounded normal--no unusual sounds or unnatural silences that would indicate a potentially dangerous presence--he turned his attention back to his mate. Inhaling deeply, he immersed himself in the soft but enticing scent rising up from the woman sleeping below.
He gradually became aware of something new, a sweet, spicy scent that seemed to complement his mate�s natural fragrance. It appeared so slowly that he never even noticed it until it had filled his senses. Secure in the knowledge that all was well, he allowed his eyes to slowly slip shut.

*

Sango paced back and forth across the campsite, growing more and more uncomfortable in the peaceful night. Her husband dozed, his back against a nearby tree trunk, as she noticed a few faint ribbons of mist drifting through the clearing. The mist smelled good, she decided, like some kind of night-blooming flowers.
Looking around, she smiled when she realized that Takara, Shippou, and Kirara had fallen asleep in a pile. She felt a pang of jealousy toward her friend because of the family she had accumulated through the years. Though she herself had been married for three years, she had been diligent in using the herbs that prevented conception. Soon, though, the first of the new taijiya would be ready, and then she could relax a little and perhaps begin a family of her own�.
It was with these thoughts that she slumped to the ground, never hearing the voice that chanted the strange syllables in the woods just beyond the firelight.

*

Pain. All-encompassing, blinding pain. Without even trying to move, he struggled to open eyes that seemed to be glued shut. Unfortunately, that did nothing to clarify the situation: aside from a smoky haze encroaching on his field of vision, all he could see was a blur of green, grey, and brown. A pale, indistinct blur moved before him, making his stomach lurch. He gagged, and would have vomited had there been anything in his stomach. He reached up to grab at his pounding head, snarling in surprise when he realized that he couldn�t move.
�What the hell?� he thought. It was confusing: he didn�t know whether he�d been injured, sick, or otherwise incapacitated. He carefully flexed his muscles, noting with some relief that--whatever had actually happened--his motionlessness was not, after all, due to a kind of paralysis: he could very definitely feel all parts of his aching body.
He squeezed his eyes shut, both to try controlling the nausea and to concentrate on determining exactly what his situation was. He focused his full attention on his body, surprised to find that he was nearly upright, leaning forward against some hard surface. That surface was rough and splintery--most probably wood, from the feel of it against his skin.
His eyes flew open as he realized that he could feel the wood against the skin of his arms, legs, chest, and stomach. A low growl erupted form deep in his chest at the sudden realization that he was naked and essentially helpless.
This, he decided, was not good.
Blinking furiously to clear his vision, Inuyasha tried to take stock of his situation. Stretching carefully, he determined that he was completely immobilized, shackled to a solid wooden framework with bonds he could not break. Craning his neck, he saw that the metal cuffs that dug into the flesh of his wrists were warded to prevent him from using his youkai power to escape.
Despite all the plans and preparations of himself and his friends, he had been taken by the slavers with almost ridiculous ease. Glancing once again at the bindings holding his arms in place, he realized that they had--probably entirely by accident--managed to immobilize him in a way that would most likely prevent him from turning fully youkai and tearing himself free, demolishing the campsite and anything else in the immediate area in the process.
Sango had been right--these bastards were smart.
Convinced that he understood his present circumstances pretty clearly, Inuyasha decided that it would be best to learn as much as he could before the others found him. Inhaling deeply, he was shocked to realize that he could smell nothing--whatever sorcery they had used to take him had had the effect of deadening his acute sense of smell.
He cursed silently, thinking that things just couldn�t get much worse.
He looked up suddenly as a voice spoke up from in front of him. �Don�t worry--your sense of smell will come back in time. We didn�t get rich by selling damaged goods. Especially,� he smirked, �When we already have a client lined up.�
He growled a particularly inventive curse, hinting that the young man before him had engaged in some entirely inappropriate relations with his female parent, who happened to be of the canine species. The human�s smirk never faded: his only reaction was a flicker in his eyes that was gone almost before it even appeared.
With his sense of smell deadened and his attention on the man before him, the hanyou never knew about the other human behind him until he felt the metal-tipped whip slicing into the flesh of his back. He howled in agony, having had no chance to anticipate and prepare himself for the pain. At a gesture from the apparent leader of the group the beating stopped, leaving the hanyou trembling as the light breeze blew dead leaves and bits of forest debris into the cuts dripping blood down his body.
The human�s manner had become almost jovial. �That was a taste, monster. I know how you creatures heal: we can do this--and much more--every day for years without killing you. Now,� he said, crossing his arms over his massive chest, �You can either accept the training your owner has requested or we can do this again, and again, and again, until you do. We have all the time in the world.�
�Go to hell,� the hanyou grated out, gasping at the icy water that had been dumped over him to wash the blood and debris from the shallow cuts that were already starting to close.
The human smiled as he turned away. �Think about it, hanyou. You can�t be completely stupid if you�ve lived this long--we�ll talk about it more later.�
He looked around what he could see of the campsite. The view wasn�t especially encouraging--the whole area seemed to have been arranged for the express purpose of tormenting hanyous. Even though his vision was still blurry, he could see the heavy chains suspended from an especially sturdy tree branch. Other chains were embedded in the trunk of another great tree. Still more chains, these not as rusted as the others, were attached to massive boulders sunk deep in the ground.
Closing his eyes wearily, he tried to ignore the aching in his shoulders and the pain in his back as he tried to block out his surroundings, conserving his energy for when it would surely be needed.
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