Someone Who Completes Me | By : Kuchikiwraith Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 2337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN: First of all, sorry for the
delay. My beta reader was out of the country for five weeks and my laptop died,
I had to use my grandma’s computer, so that means I could only be on it for a
few hours every day and I go school online, which takes priority over fun
writing. Secondly, I do not own the rights to Titanic, which is the movie Ali
quotes near the end of the chapter.
Ali stretched sleepily as soft grey light filtered through the window she slept
under and gave a jaw-cracking yawn. She
stared at the ceiling of Kaede’s hut and debated whether or not to get up or go
back to sleep. *Sleep. The blankets are
warm,* she decided and curled back into a ball with her nose and ears peeking
out of the aforementioned blankets. A few moments later, the soft chirping of
birds pierced her drowsy state and reminded her that Sesshomaru would be
picking her and Jaken up soon.
Ali smiled happily and scrambled
out of bed as quietly as possible. Fifteen minutes later, she laced a light
brown cloak shut and then rolled her blankets up. Ali picked up the grayish brown bag she’d
made and slipped out of the hut on bare feet. Just before she reached the small
building that served as a livery stable for the entire village, Inuyasha
slipped out of the shadows.
“Why are you running away again?
Kagome worries about you when you disappear like this,” he said gruffly. Ali
hitched her bag onto her shoulders under the cloak.
“I’m not running. I’m going to be
traveling with your brother for awhile. I think it will be safer, especially
for Kagome. I have this feeling something very bad is going to happen soon,”
Ali murmured softly. She knew that Inuyasha would do anything to protect his
wife. Inuyasha stepped closer to her and awkwardly patted her shoulder.
“You can come back whenever you
get sick of that stuck-up bastard,” Inuyasha said as he tweaked a strand of
hair. Impulsively, Ali gave the hanyou a quick hug, smiling when she felt him
go stiff. She stepped away and flicked
his nose.
“Relax; I’m not coming on to you.
You’re like a kid brother,” she teased gently, laughing when he turned red and
growled at her. “Thank you again for watching over me, Inuyasha. I’m sure that
your mom would be proud of you,” she said softly and then slipped into the
stables. Ali had to smile at the small, shivering bundle that was curled into a
pathetic ball in the corner of a stall. Jaken had taken refuge out here after
being teased by Sango’s children, claiming that the hut smelled too bad and
that it was beneath him to sleep with humans anyway.
Ali picked up Jaken and nearly
tossed him into the water trough—then it occurred to her that the longer she
let him sleep, the less she’d have to hear him plot her demise. She very gently
stuck him in a burlap sack with another blanket and set him down to saddle Ah-Un. Five minutes later, she led Ah-Un out into
the dawn and nearly skipped down the path to where she and Sesshomaru had
parted ways the evening before.
Sesshomaru resisted the urge to
tap his foot as he waited in the shade of a tree for Jaken and Alithia and
settled for a deep sigh. He should just
leave her here. She did such strange things to his mind and his body. *Once that fool of a servant shows up, I will
leave. She will be fine here,* Sesshomaru decided. A moment later, he saw
Alithia leading Ah-Un down the road, Jaken nowhere in sight. He stepped into
her path to ask her where Jaken was when he spotted the toad demon sleeping in
a sack that was tied to Ah-Un. With a growl, he reached for his servant,
freezing in place as Alithia’s long fingers wrapped around his wrist gently.
“Please don’t wake him up just
yet. He’s so much more pleasant like this,” Alithia said, and then a wicked
smile curved her lips.
Sesshomaru felt all the air leave
his lungs at her expression, and he pictured himself doing things to her that
could only be described as very naughty. *She would run away from me if she knew what
I was thinking. I doubt that bastard was gentle with her. And why in Kami’s
name am I thinking such things about her? She’s just—her.* Sesshomaru
ruthlessly squashed all the dirty images running through his head and lifted an
eyebrow at her.
“What are you going to do to
him?” he asked. Alithia’s smirk turned even naughtier, and it took every ounce
of self control he possessed not to kiss her.
“You’ll see. But be warned, he’s
going to scream like a little girl,” she said. Sesshomaru snorted and began
walking down the road before he did something stupid.
Three hours passed in comfortable
silence before Sesshomaru realized that she only held Ah-Un’s reigns. “Alithia,
where is that pathetic creature you bought two weeks ago?” He wasn’t surprised
to see a blush darken her cheeks at his question.
“That ‘pathetic creature’ is
named Shotaru,” Alithia retorted, hand on her hip, “And he is with Inuyasha’s
friend Jinenji. He got sick, and I had no idea what to do with him. Besides—”
Alithia flushed and scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “I don’t know
how to ride horses.” Sesshomaru just shook his head at her. He wasn’t at all surprised—he
could imagine her adopting every injured animal within a five hundred mile radius
if she could.
“Why did you buy him then?” he
asked.
“People give me things when I
save them, and I can’t possibly carry everything myself and to refuse any of it
would be a huge insult. Most of them are so poor that they really can’t afford
to give away anything. I was going to buy a pack mule, but I couldn’t just
leave Shotaru with that horrible man,” she explained. Before Sesshomaru could
say anything, they heard Jaken mumbling as he began to wake up.
Ali smiled evilly and stopped Ah-Un.
She handed the reins to Sesshomaru and went to the dragon’s side where Jaken
slept in his bag, drool dampening the front of it. Ali crouched and leaned into Jaken’s personal
space so that their faces were mere centimeters apart. Clamping her long ears
firmly to her skull, Ali waited for the toad to wake up. A moment later the
toad blinked sleepily and yawned. “Hi,” she said. Jaken screamed and flailed
about pathetically as he got tangled in the blankets and bag.
Sesshomaru felt his lips twitch
as Ali loomed over Jaken’s slumbering form. The half-useless toad deserved to
be tormented with the way he constantly muttered unkind things about Alithia.
When Jaken did scream like a little girl as promised, Sesshomaru couldn’t help
the chuckle that escaped him. Fortunately neither of them noticed as Jaken
managed to extract himself from his little prison and begin yelling at Alithia.
Sesshomaru wasn’t so amused when the two of them were still arguing an hour
later—it was worse than when Jaken fought with Rin. He gave a deep snarl and
whirled around, glaring mostly at Jaken.
When Sesshomaru turned back to
the road, Ali stuck her tongue out at Jaken, smug that she’d won the argument.
“Alithia.”
Ali felt her neck flush at the
mild scold in Sesshomaru’s tone. How the hell did he know she was still being
childish? He wasn’t even looking.
Ignoring Jaken, Ali darted to Sesshomaru’s
side and resisted the urge to take his hand. “How long until we get to your
castle?” she asked. He glared. “I’m not complaining. I genuinely want to know.
If we arrive early enough, I was going to start your English lessons today.
I’ll need a book, preferably one of the ones you read as a child,” Ali said
cheerfully.
Sesshomaru couldn’t believe she
was serious about teaching him a human language. He had assumed she would
forget about it, or that she’d only been joking. He snorted. He should have
known better, especially with that stubborn look she’d given him. He decided to
tease her again and felt a smirk cross his face. “Remind me why this Sesshomaru
should lower himself to speaking a human language?” he asked coolly. He didn’t
expect the flash of hurt that crossed her face. She buried it well and lifted
her chin.
“It's better to learn it now from
someone you trust than later from someone who’ll be too scared to correct you.
If you don’t learn English, you run the risk of needing a translator, and they
might misinterpret something by accident. Even worse, they lie to you because
they have their own agendas. They could also not tell you everything for fear
of incurring your wrath.” Alithia held up one finger for every point she made.
Sesshomaru was rather impressed with the logic, but he was having fun now.
“Hnn. Perhaps I will not have to
deal with humans. I might die before this language becomes part of this land,” he
said. It was hard not to laugh at the exasperated look on her face.
“Of course you’ll still be alive.
You’re the most powerful demon in Japan. I rather got the impression you’re
damn near impossible to kill. And you already deal with humans, Maru. I know
that you don’t buy Rin’s gifts from a demon village—you would never risk
something demonic possessing her,” Alithia retorted. Sesshomaru lifted his
nose.
“You are correct in that it is
difficult to kill me. I do intend to live a long time, so perhaps I will learn
it. However, you are forgetting something—what makes you think that this
Sesshomaru trusts you?” he asked haughtily. Alithia tilted her head in
confusion.
“You haven’t killed me. I’ve lost
control of my power several times now, and then there’s that whole
whore-of-your-enemy’s-son thing. I know you trust me because—” He must have
made a sound because she stopped talking before shouting, “You’re teasing me!”
Alithia stamped her foot and puffed out her cheeks, a blush staining them red. Sesshomaru
couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore and began chuckling. Alithia folded her
arms across her chest, and her bottom lip jutted out in an adorable pout.
“Do not be angry with me. I was
only teasing you a little,” Sesshomaru said between chuckles. He couldn’t stop
laughing at her expression—every time he got some semblance of control, he
would look at her and lose it again. It only served to make her blush harder,
and she finally swung a fist at his chest, which he easily caught, holding
tighter when she tried to pull her hand from his. Unable to pull from his
grasp, she stuck her tongue out at him. Sesshomaru snapped his teeth at her
just like he had the night before. She gave a soft squeal of surprise and
nearly tripped as she stepped backwards.
Sesshomaru gave one last chuckle
and kissed her knuckles but didn’t let go of her hand. They walked that way
until they stopped for lunch, their fingers interlacing at some point.
Jaken had been shocked to see
Sesshomaru flirting with the half-human girl and even more so to see him laugh.
He was about to add it to the list of unusual behavior when he saw the tender
way his master kissed the girl’s fingers. *He’s
in love with her! If I should say anything, though, I fear he’d kill me. Best
keep this to myself,* the toad thought and resolved to keep up with
pretending to not like the half-goddess creature. When they finally stopped for
lunch, Sesshomaru disappeared to Kami only knew where. Jaken turned around from
tying Ah-Un’s reigns to a picket line and let out a strangled shriek.
Ali snapped her head from where
she was shoving her cloak into her bag at Jaken’s screech, her hand reaching
for the handle of her scythe in case of trouble. All she saw, however, was
Jaken pointing at her chest.
“Put that back where you got it
from! Lord Sesshomaru will kill the both of us if he sees you wearing that!”
Jaken ordered, large beads of sweat rolling down his head. Ali cocked her head
at Jaken in confusion.
“Sesshomaru gave this to me. Why
would he be angry that I was wearing it?” Ali questioned. The “IT’ in question
was silver colored armor. From the high, Chinese style collar and capped
sleeves to just above her bellybutton the armor was pressed into a herringbone
pattern, and from her naval down, the armor mimicked flower petals that ended
at her knees.
Jaken gaped like a fish. If he’d
had any doubt about what Sesshomaru felt for the girl, he didn’t have any
doubts now. He’d been with Sesshomaru when the demon lord had ordered it
made—and had in fact given the blacksmith some of his own youkai energy and his
hair to put in the armor. Jaken spluttered helplessly for a long moment and
then resigned himself to death. If he told the creature in front of him what
Sesshomaru had done, then she’d ask the demon lord about it, and he would die.
On the other hand, he would die the moment Sesshomaru realized the significance
of his actions and that Jaken hadn’t said anything to him about what he’d done.
Jaken waved away the girls concern and began eating rapidly—he might as well
enjoy the little bit of life he had left.
Two hours later
Choutsuki paused with her
fingertip on the spine of a book and smiled. She could tell that Sesshomaru had
come home by the slight pressure in her chest. The smile faded from her lips as
she realized that his youkai energy wasn’t exerting its usual pressure. She was
afraid he’d gotten injured again and hurried to the large courtyard, bracing
herself for the worst.
Choutsuki stared at her future
daughter-in-law in something akin to shock. She had assumed that it would take
far longer than this for her son to realize that he was bound to the girl, much
less admit it. But less than fifteen
feet from her stood Alithia wearing armor made from her son’s Youkai energy.
It was a custom among powerful Taiyokai
to give their betrothed a powerful artifact meant to protect them or meant for
them to become more powerful. She’d received the Meido stone from Sesshomaru’s
father as his tribute. However, giving someone something made from one’s own
energy—it was nearly unheard of and usually only done by those in love.
Choutsuki rather hoped that her son had come to his senses and that he’d
confessed to the girl. She pouted behind her fan as she realized that nothing
of the sort had happened, though there were signs that confessions were not far
off.
It suddenly hit Choutsuki that
Sesshomaru and Alithia looked very much like a Lord and Lady returned from a
trip abroad. *Which they will eventually.
The only problem being his stubbornness—I’ll have to change his mind about pure
bloodedness. Subtly, of course. It won’t do have him angry with me.*
Ali stood quietly next to
Sesshomaru and waited for him to finish speaking to the guard at the gates
about increasing security after the party guests had left. She didn’t dare
wander off—she hadn’t forgotten Sesshomaru’s warning from last time. *And now that they know about my connection
to Naraku, I imagine they’ll be more inclined to kill me,* she thought with
a shiver. Sesshomaru’s knuckles brushed hers just as she became aware that
someone was watching them. She swiveled her ears looking for the sound that had
alerted her to someone else’s presence. When she realized it was Sesshomaru’s
mother, she turned and bowed to the Lady of the Western Lands. As Ali stood up,
she saw that Lady Choutsuki was giving her a strange look.
“Everyone will need to be there,
Harusai. I will speak with the whole guard at once as to the reason we are
increasing the guard watch,” Sesshomaru said in response to the confused look
his captain gave him. Alithia gently touched his arm, and his hand covered hers
and gave it a gentle squeeze to acknowledge that he knew she wanted his
attention. After dismissing Harusai, he turned to her. “Alithia?” he
questioned.
“Your mom has a weird look on her
face. I think something is wrong with her,” Alithia said softly. Sesshomaru
looked up and found his mother staring at them from behind her fan, one eyebrow
hiked to her hairline. He sighed under his breath—he should have known she’d
make a big deal out of the gift he’d given Alithia. Sesshomaru turned to
Alithia and gave her a small smile, his own eyebrow hiking at the way her
breath caught at his expression.
“My mother is fine; she is merely
admiring your armor,” he said softly.
Choutsuki almost felt sorry for
her son. He had fallen hard for the half-goddess and hadn’t even realized it. The
fact that his demonic aura was calmer with her there was proof of that—she
guessed that the red thread of fate was responsible for making him relax the
tiniest fraction. She could only imagine what her sometimes thick-headed son
would be like when he acknowledged his feelings. Choutsuki had to smile as
Alithia gave her a concerned look after rising from her bow. The girl immediately
touched Sesshomaru’s arm, making Choutsuki take a step forward. No one was
allowed to touch her son—his idea entirely. He did not like being touched by
those weaker than him—he thought the taint of lesser beings encouraged attacks
upon his person. Choutsuki got her third surprise of the morning when
Sesshomaru touched Alithia’s hand and after looking at his own mother in
irritation, smiled down at the girl. So maybe she didn’t feel so sorry for him after
all, the rude brat.
An hour later, Choutsuki was back
in the library with Alithia and her son. As she returned a book to a shelf, her
son suddenly spoke.
“You are not a whore.”
Choutsuki’s jaw dropped at Sesshomaru’s abrupt statement. She turned to scold
him for making such an obvious and crude statement. Alithia lifted her startled
gaze from her book to look at Sesshomaru.
“What?”
“This morning, you said you were a whore. This is untrue,” Sesshomaru said
mildly from the chair he sat in casually across from the girl. Alithia dropped
her gaze from Sesshomaru and turned her head away.
“I might as well be,” she
muttered. Choutsuki wondered at the bitterness in the girl’s voice even as
Sesshomaru reached across the table and captured Alithia’s chin with a gentle
firmness that told Choutsuki he’d done it before.
“Look at me, Alithia.” The girl
shook her head and closed her eyes. Sesshomaru growled lowly. “Look at me.”
Choutsuki tilted her head as the girl slowly obeyed.
“I will only say this once, so listen
carefully. You are.NOT.a.whore. That man lied, manipulated, and abused you in
ways that sicken me. You were only a frightened child,” Sesshomaru said softly. Choutsuki shook her head. Sesshomaru was not
subtle, even when in denial. He locked eyes with Alithia. “If I ever hear you call yourself a whore
again, I will spank you.” Alithia’s
eyes filled with unshed tears, and her bottom lip quivered. Choutsuki didn’t
know what she expected Alithia to say, but what came out of the girls mouth
probably surprised the girl most of all.
“You promise?” Alithia murmured
sensually. As soon as the words were uttered, she jerked from Sesshomaru’s
suddenly limp hand and buried her face in her hands. “Can we pretend I did not
just proposition you?” she asked Sesshomaru without lifting her head. He
dropped back into his seat and made a noise of consent.
Choutsuki shook her head and left
the two near-lovers alone. It wasn’t like they’d notice her absence.
Five days later
Alithia rolled her shoulders to
get the lingering kink out of her upper back—it still ached from that morning’s
practice. She sighed and turned to ask Sesshomaru what their travel plans for
the next few days were and caught him staring at her. *Eddie used to look at me like that,* she thought with a jolt.
Sesshomaru stared at the lithe
young girl as she stretched. He was beginning to regret agreeing to train
her—being this aware of her body was not doing good things to his sanity. She
turned to him before he could control his expression, so he wasn’t very
surprised when her white ears flattened against her skull as she took a step
back. Her face went white with terror, and she spun and ran down the hill,
tripping in her haste to get away from him. He gave a silent sigh as Jaken
began shouting after Alithia’s retreating form.
“Jaken let her go. We will go
find her in two days if she does not return,” he ordered and began gathering
the things Alithia had left behind. He ignored the ominous feeling in the pit of
his stomach as he put her armor into a bag. She’d been headed toward a
village—she’d be fine.
The next morning, Alithia had
convinced herself she’d only imagined the look Sesshomaru had given her the
night before—she was half human, and she was well aware of how he felt about
half-breeds. She sighed and wandered through the small seaside village looking
for something to eat. She ignored the blatant stares from the men—she would be
human in eight days, and men always stared. She’d gotten used to it, but it was
really annoying.
Suddenly the street grew quiet,
and Ali turned, a sinking sensation filling her stomach. *Eddie.* She was proud of the way she managed to contain her panic
as the man she very nearly married strode toward her. As he did, she saw the
same look he’d always given her before he’d seduce her. Now Ali was completely
confused—for the look Sesshomaru had given her last night was similar to the
one on Eddie’s face now, but completely different. Why had she run from him?
“Ali! I am so glad I found you!
You have no idea how worried I’ve been. I’m glad you’re okay,” he said in
English, his hands reaching for her. She stepped back from him and slapped his
hand away. Eddie’s eyes narrowed in anger for a moment before he smiled broadly
at her. “My dearest, whatever is the matter? I am here to take care of you—you
don’t have to be afraid anymore,” he purred. Alithia growled at him.
“LIAR!” she snarled. Seeing him
brought up all the hurt and anger she felt about their supposed relationship.
“You LIED to me, Eddie. Or should I say Onigumo?” she spat. Eddie’s face filled
with false confusion.
“What are you talking about, dear
one?” he asked. Ali stiffened her spine.
“Do NOT call me that. You have lost any right to talk to me in such
an intimate way—I know that you were stealing my magic, and I know that you
were trying to corrupt me with a shard of the Shikon jewel, and I know your
father was Naraku,” she hissed. Eddie’s smile vanished, and he grabbed her arm
in a vice-like grip.
“Come with me, and we will
discuss things in private, shall we?” he ground out. Ali really did not want to
be alone with him but didn’t think running was an option—there was no doubt in
her mind that he’d kill everyone who helped her. She allowed him to drag her
into a large house that jutted out from the side of a rocky hill, grunting when
he tossed her into a small room with a bed. She noted that one wall was
actually part of the hill—if she needed to escape later, maybe she could find a
hidden tunnel or something of the like. So she wouldn’t give away her plans,
she focused on her hip. It ached from where it hit a bed post when the bastard
had tossed her into the room. She really
did not want to think about why he’d chosen to imprison her in a bedroom.
“So, how did you figure it out?”
he asked, pacing the small room. Ali smirked.
“Inuyasha and my
great-great-aunt. You didn’t think I’d end up in this time period and never
encounter them, did you? Rather stupid of you," she said. She didn’t see
his fist until it connected with her mouth.
“Shut up, you stupid whore!” he
snarled. Ali wiped blood from her lip and lifted her chin.
“So you show your true colors. I
won’t give you back the shard, you know. I won’t even tell you where it is,” she
said defiantly. Eddie glared at her and grabbed her by the collar of her kimono
and tossed her into the rocky wall. She slid down it with a whimper.
“Oh, I think you will te—” He
paused as the kimono parted and exposed her right shoulder. He pounced across
the room and grabbed Ali’s chin and wrenched it to the side so he could inspect
her throat. “WHO DID THIS TO YOU?” he roared and jammed a finger into the spot
Sesshomaru had licked on two different occasions.
Ali lifted her chin. “The Demon
Lord of the Western Lands, Sesshomaru.” She was satisfied to see the flash of
fear that entered Eddie’s eyes at that revelation. His expression turned ugly.
“Oh, dearest. Such a cold
individual could never bring you the pleasure I could. Marry me and let me
prove it. I’ll forgive your indiscretion this once—I know you only fell into
his bed because you missed me so,” Eddie cooed. Ali felt sick, but she gave him
a look of utter loathing.
“Go to hell, you bastard. You’re
the one who cheated on me and took my innocence. I’ll never marry you,” she ground
out. Eddie glared at her.
“Come now, don’t be difficult,” he
said and caressed her cheek. Ali could
see that this could quickly end with her getting raped, and she fought down her
panic.
“Wouldn’t you rather be married
and avoid the stigma that comes with being a concubine?” he murmured sensually.
Ali desperately looked for a way to avoid what was coming next. A smirk curved
her lips as she found the perfect thing to seriously piss him off.
“I’d rather be his whore than
your wife.” She waited for him to get the reference to the one movie he hated
most in the world. Rage filled his face when he did, and a moment later, Ali
saw stars as he grabbed one of her ears and twisted it hard before dragging her
onto the bed, tying her down spread-eagle.
“You are going to regret your
decision before night falls, you stupid girl,” he hissed as he yanked her
kimono open further. He straddled her stomach and a black blade materialized in
his hand. “If you scream loud enough, I might go easy on you,” he spat and slid
the thinnest part of the blade over her collarbone.
“I’ll never give you the
satisfaction,” she ground out. He smiled wickedly and true to her word, Ali
didn’t scream as he slid the blade under her skin and peeled away a layer of
it. As Eddie stared down at the delicious morsel beneath him, he wondered what
he was going to do to her now that the demon lord’s mark no longer marred her
body. He thought of the path that brought him to this moment and hoped to draw
inspiration from his past.
“Father’s home!”
The scrawny boy lifted his chin
and touched his mother’s trembling hand. He wouldn’t let the stupid old bastard
who had sired him touch his mother ever again. He might only be six years old,
but he would take on the drunken louse any time. His father stumbled into the
hut and dropped a pair of pathetically skinny rabbits that had already been gnawed
on by something.
“Make me something to eat, Onna,”
the man muttered drunkenly and flopped across the bed.
“Yes, Onigumo-sama,” the woman whispered and began cleaning the rabbits.
“Oi, who are you looking at,
boy?” growled out Onigumo as he noticed the hateful stare of his son. The boy
glared at him and deliberately snorted.
“Ain’t look’n’ at nothing,” he muttered
sullenly and, a moment later, received the beating of his life. The boy swore
on his life to see his father dead someday.
Naraku smoothed a crease from the
clay form he was creating. Inuyasha’s pathetic attempts to destroy him were
beginning to get annoying, but he had a plan that was sure to succeed. Naraku
smirked down at the clay replica of the jewel’s protector. Now he only had to
kill the reincarnation of Kikyo, and his plan would be ready to implement. He
glared at the door as he sensed someone on the other side. When he recognized
Kanna’s aura, he was more than surprised. She’d never disturbed him before when
he was working in this room.
“You may come in Kanna,” he said
quietly. The small figure shuffled into the room silently and held up her mirror
to show an old man attempting to get past the barrier around his castle.
Knowing Kanna had a reason for showing him this, Naraku sent one of his puppets
to deal with the intruder.
“What are you doing, human?” the
puppet asked. The old human turned around and glared.
“Hello, Father,” the man sneered.
Naraku lifted an eyebrow deep in the castle. This man was far too old to be his
son—unless he was referring to the weakling Onigumo. His puppet snorted in
contempt.
“What makes you think I am your
father?”
The man snorted and folded his
arms across his chest. “I was named Onigumo after you. I’m your only living
child. The others were too weak to avenge mother. She died because of the last
time you beat her. It took me a long time to find you, and I had intended to kill
you,” the younger Onigumo stated.
“Oh, what happened to your
revenge plan?” Naraku’s puppet asked. The man shrugged.
“I realized that bitch was weak,
too. She could have left you or married someone after your disappearance,” the
man stated calmly. Naraku’s puppet chuckled. This spawn of Onigumo’s was more
ruthless than he was. Naraku liked him.
“Come with me, and I will give
you something better than revenge.” The puppet turned and led the human into
the castle. Once there, Naraku destroyed the puppet and sat across from the old
man, studying him for a long moment.
“If you could have anything you
wanted, what would it be?” he asked. The man answered with a swiftness that
told Naraku that he’d thought about it many times before.
“Eternal youth. Being this old is
a pain in the ass,” the man grumped. Naraku chuckled.
“I can fix that for you, but it
will cost you your soul,” Naraku said softly. The man shrugged and spread his
arms. Naraku detached one of his more annoying and useless demons and fused it
with the man’s body, and an ugly purple light filled the room. When the light
had faded, a young man sat across from Naraku, and when he saw his unwrinkled
hands, he began to laugh maniacally.
“Take this gift to make you
stronger. Use it wisely.” Naraku handed over a shard of the Shikon jewel. “I
would like you to exercise caution—there is an annoying whelp that might kill
you for that gift,” he warned the man.
1996
Young Onigumo leaned against the
wall of the house and growled lowly. He’d waited five hundred years to do this—why
the hell should he settle for a mere shard when he could have the whole jewel? As the sun rose and illuminated the yard, the
people inside the house began moving about. Pressing his ear against the wall,
he could just make out the birthday wishes that were being expressed to the Shikon
jewel protector. He snorted. Humans never ceased to amaze him with the ridiculous
things they chose to celebrate.
Now, how was he going to get the girl alone so
he could take what belonged to him? A fat cat wandered out of the house, and
Onigumo smirked. When he’d told Naraku he wanted eternal youth, a powerful, thoroughly
evil incubus had devoured his soul. Onigumo wasn’t sure why Naraku had gotten
rid of it—playing with mortal women was so much fun. Through dreams, he could
see what women wanted. Then his demon half would create elaborate illusions
with which to enthrall them. Calling on this power now, he led the cat into the
dark well house and slipped in after it, holding on to it tightly.
A few moments later, he heard a
young boy’s voice calling for the cat. He growled in annoyance and hid under
the steps that led down to the well itself. It was cramped under there, and the
cat hissed and scratched him just as the Shikon jewel protector descended the
steps. Onigumo slammed his fist into the ground as the well emitted a pale pink
light and the aura of the girl vanished. The little boy ran off crying for his
mother, and Onigumo quickly left the well house and hid in a tree, waiting for
the miko to return. Three days later when she did return, she only had a
fragment of the jewel.
Several months later
Onigumo couldn’t believe his
ears. Had that damn bitch really wished the jewel out of existence?! He
growled. A moment later, a smirk crossed his face. She had made her wish on an
incomplete jewel. That was sure to wreck some sort of havoc. But still, the
very fact that she’d do something like that with something that belonged to him
meant that the little bitch would have to be punished.
1999
Onigumo couldn’t believe his ill
luck as he saw the miko jump into the glowing well again and vanish. He waited
for three months before he realized that the miko wasn’t coming back.
2067
Sixty-eight years had led to this
moment. He would have his revenge against the little bitch who’d dared to try
and wish the jewel out of existence. The miko herself had yet to return to this
era, but her brother had produced a son and then a grandson, neither of whom were
to his taste. The great granddaughter was more than he could have ever hoped
for—she was half Tennin. It was all due to him, for he’d purposely driven
wedges in the family. The girl had a strange name—Ali, but no matter. She would
suit his needs well. Now all he had to do was bring her under his complete and
utter control.
Stepping onto the rain-slicked
road, the moment he saw headlights was all it took for the car to flip.
However, the Tennin managed to get her whelp hidden and used the last of her
power to injure him badly enough that he couldn’t search for the girl.
2074
It had taken him eight years to
find the little half-Tennin, and he was actually very pleased by the state he
found her in—half his job had been done for him. Slowly, he convinced the girl
that he was the only one who could take care of her.
October 2078
Onigumo touched his burning cheek
where Ali had just slapped him and gaped as she walked out the door. He didn’t
know what had gone wrong—she’d been under his control for over a year now. What
the hell had made her rebel?
“You can’t leave me, bitch. I
will find you, and you WILL be sorry when I do,” he vowed.
2079
It always came back to the damn
well with this family. Onigumo was about to go in to the well house and kill
the damn old man who’d been able to keep
him off the shrine grounds until tonight when he heard the howling come from
the house. He froze momentarily. How in Kami’s name did a Taiyokai get by his
senses? There were none left—he’d seen to that himself. He growled and ignored
it for the moment and created an illusion of a giant chicken and destroyed the well
house. He shoved a long blade through the chest of the old man as Ali fell
backwards into the well.
He gave a scream of rage as Ali
slipped through his fingers yet again, but before he could actually kill the
old man, a large white paw tried to crush him. Onigumo cursed, and not having
any other choice, he jumped into the well. It wasn’t as if he could fight the
creature without his jewel shard.
1607
Onigumo panted and stood above
Ali’s trembling body. The defiant little bitch wouldn’t scream for him, no
matter how hard he beat her. Why hadn’t he tried harder to find her last year?
Now she had all sorts of unhealthy ideas, he could just tell. And how had she
managed to get in the bed of the Taiyokai who had been at the shrine? He
recognized the scent of the demon from the shrine. It didn’t matter. The Taiyokai
would likely not be taking her back after he was through with her. Onigumo
sighed. Now if she would only scream, they could get to the fun part.
Pacing the room as he waited for
Ali to wake up, he listened to the call of the gulls. He stopped dead in his
tracks and smirked, then left the room. A few moments later, he returned to the
room with several buckets. The girl slowly woke up and glared at him, lifting
her chin defiantly. Ali may not have screamed when he had beaten her, but she
did when he poured the buckets of sea water over her. When she passed out, he
left to bathe. There was no point in tormenting her if she was unconscious.
Besides, it wasn’t as fun.
Two hours later
Onigumo pushed aside the bowl of
rice with a contented sigh. He had bathed and eaten, so now it was time to tend
to Ali’s wounds. He couldn’t have her die on him after all—she was an endless
source of energy.
“Tend to the creature’s wounds
and then bring her to me,” he ordered a servant. Only moments later, the same
servant slunk back into the room, trembling with fear. “I gave you a simple
order—is it that hard to follow?” he growled. The servant soiled himself and
began panting.
“Forgive me, milord. It seems she
has… escaped.”
“WHAT?!” Onigumo killed the
servant and everyone within the house before his rage faded.
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