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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 9 – Damage Control - pt. 2

Chapter summary: InuYasha and his pack sense Naraku attacking the miko Sayaka’s village and move to investigate. Along the way, they join up with Sesshomaru and his pack. Once at Sayaka’s village, they find the scene of one of Naraku’s most depraved crimes yet and are forced to take drastic action to keep the damage from spreading.
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(Continued from pt. 1)
            InuYasha stood in the water once more and turned Sango over onto her stomach, urging her onto her hands and knees before him. Gently, he spread her knees apart to put her hips at just the right height for his again and he mounted her from behind, sinking his cock into her for the second time that morning. Just as he delivered his first strokes into her sopping female core, he and she both felt the instantly sobering sensation of Naraku’s evil youki rip over them. They tensed against each other and the taijiya looked over her shoulder at the hanyou warrior holding himself balls deep inside her, his eyes and hers stark with realization.
            “Shit. Shit!” InuYasha cursed, pulling out of Sango abruptly and backing away from her, leaving the bathroom swiftly to return to Kagome and Shizu in their bedroom. “Kagome, Shizu! Wake up!” Naraku had struck at last!
(Soundtrack: Nevermore – Narcosynthesis)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgV33bP6AtE
            Kagome had been dreaming peacefully up to this point, but with her elevated sensitivity to demonic energy, Naraku’s foul aura transformed her dreams into abstract nightmares and she began to wake even before InuYasha entered the room. Imaginations of Naraku grinning so widely and with such insanity that she could hear it broke her from sleep. She sat bolt upright upon her futon to see a naked InuYasha scrambling into his Fire-Rat clothing, hearing him curse about ‘fucking goddamn Naraku.’ She also saw a naked Sango flash past the bedroom’s open doorway as the taijiya sought to wake Miroku and get into her armored bodysuit.
            Before he covered it with his red hakama, Kagome caught a glimpse of InuYasha’s cock; it was fully erect and glistening brightly with a heavy coat of what looked to be a woman’s pussy cream – most likely Sango’s. She was fully aware that InuYasha and Sango were probably having sex and she fully approved, approval shared by the rest of the pack. Any other time, Kagome might have laughed or felt a little aroused at the spectacle of a nude Sango streaking down the hall, but Naraku’s involvement in the situation prevented her from taking any enjoyment from it. She turned upon her futon to shake Shizu awake and once he had dressed, InuYasha left the bedroom to rouse Shippo and Shiori.
            Sometime during the night, Kirara had returned to the bedroom Sango shared with Miroku and the tiny fire-cat waited for her two-legged friends to open the inn’s outer door for her, rather than transform and batter through it, possibly alarming the villagers. Once outside, she transformed into her sabretooth form and a fully-dressed Miroku and Sango leapt atop her immediately, riding her into the sky. Shippo used his kitsune magic to transform into a larger version of his ‘Fire-Fox,’ his back and saddle now long enough to seat three people: Kagome, Shizu and Shiori.
            Once dressed, packed-up and assembled, the pack left Kotobukiya hurriedly, not having time to say goodbye to anyone. Shippo and the three women atop him led the group, with Kagome guiding him to fly in the direction she sensed Naraku’s aura. Miroku and Sango followed close behind atop Kirara and InuYasha moved on foot below them. No one realized that they had at least two hundred miles to go to reach the seaside village that Naraku was attacking at that moment.
            “Kagome, how far away is he?” InuYasha called up to his miko love, running at high speed to keep up with her as Shippo carried her, Shizu and Shiori forward. While he could sense Naraku’s presence in an absolute sense, between him and Kagome only Kagome could estimate distances with any accuracy.
            “Far, as in miles. Dozens at least,” Kagome responded, analyzing her senses carefully, not knowing that she was still underestimating the range. Looking forward again, she visualized Naraku’s terrible demonic aura on the distant horizon. It was as an ink-black cloud radiating a dark, bloody violet corona of pure, distilled evil; she had never felt it so intense before. She could perceive it descending on and swallowing up a much smaller mass of relatively purer light, a light that she realized was a fellow priestess’ reiki. “He’s fighting with someone, a miko!”
            InuYasha’s heart raised into his throat at the implication. A miko? He thought: was it Kikyo or someone else? He decided not to ask, as the subject of Kikyo was one that still caused some difficulty between himself and Kagome, even if he was enjoying a sexual relationship with her and every other female member of the pack at once. After only a minute or so of travel to the northeast, travelling over open grassy plains and sparse forest, InuYasha sensed Sesshomaru approaching fast from behind.
            Sesshomaru had felt Naraku’s aura at the same time InuYasha did. He and his pack departed his mountain den as quickly as his brother’s left Kotobukiya. At the time, while Jaken and Ah-Un enjoyed the cool night air outside the den, Sesshomaru had been enjoying another round with his nearly-insatiable Rin, reclining upon Mokomoko while she straddled his lap widely, riding his big demon cock hard and fast. For Naraku to interrupt their private time literally mid-stroke had Rin terribly frustrated and Sesshomaru silently livid – right then, they were both looking for retribution. Rin and Jaken rode Ah-Un through the air while Sesshomaru flew solo a few yards ahead of them. The daiyoukai seemed to realize the distance they would all be travelling and he swooped down to the ground to grab InuYasha by the rear collar of his red haori as he ran, lifting him up into the air with ease.
            “Hey, what you doing?” InuYasha protested as Sesshomaru man-handled him without warning.
            “We fly,” Sesshomaru responded curtly. “Unless you want to run the whole way.” The daiyoukai regained altitude swiftly, his strength allowing him to hold a roughly 200-pound InuYasha from a single hand at arm’s length with ridiculous ease, and he projected his demonic energy down his arm to envelop the hanyou warrior in a sleek, invisible bubble of it. His youki buoyed InuYasha’s body so that he levitated and flew alongside him.
            By allowing Sesshomaru to carry him through the air, InuYasha realized that he could save his strength for the potential fight ahead and he conceded. “Okay, this’ll work.” He added gruffly: “Thanks.”
            “Hn,” Sesshomaru replied to his brother, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. The daiyoukai maneuvered himself and InuYasha so that they flew alongside Kagome, Shizu and Shiori as they rode Shippo’s back.
            Kagome’s eyes as well as everyone else’s fixed upon Sesshomaru, then on Rin, Jaken and Ah-Un, respectively as he and InuYasha joined the flight. Kagome herself had felt Sesshomaru’s aura approaching well before she saw him, but to see him join her and her friends so boldly was striking nonetheless. The daiyoukai’s tremendous demonic energy was easily palpable to the miko from the future and like InuYasha, with his gorgeous golden eyes and shimmering silver mane, he was ridiculously good-looking, too.
            Still hot from the good, hard pounding InuYasha had given her and Shizu the night before, it took only a few seconds for Kagome to begin thinking about Sesshomaru in a sexual manner, even though she flew toward a dangerous confrontation with Naraku. She undressed him with her eyes, visualizing the undoubtedly thickly-muscled chest and abdomen he kept concealed beneath his immaculate white robes and gleaming armor. She imagined that his hips were built just as solidly and she pictured them pumping hard and fast between Rin’s thighs and her own as he fucked them into screaming orgasms atop his silky-soft Mokomoko.
            Kagome’s inner hentai suggested to her that by his height, weight and breadth, the ‘pureblood’ demon lord was hung at least as well or even better than his half-demon brother. She had never broken out a ruler or a tape measure, but by rough measurements she had made with her hands and her mouth, she estimated that InuYasha’s cock was at least nine inches long when fully erect. When he had it buried completely inside her, she could feel its big crown pulsing right up against her womb and when he came, his ejaculations felt like hot, creamy liquid fists smacking right into her cervix. If InuYasha was blessed with nine inches, Kagome guessed that the seven-foot Sesshomaru, being a full demon, was packing ten, maybe eleven. Rin was such a petite woman, shorter and lighter than herself, and Kagome wondered: how could she handle a cunt-stretching, womb-raiding monster like that? How did it feel?
            Further, now that she and InuYasha were seriously involved with each other, Kagome supposed that Sesshomaru was now something like her brother-in-law. Even if she was fucking Miroku and Shippo on the side, she pondered: what did it make of her now that she was entertaining sexual notions of him? “Sesshomaru. Uh, hello,” Kagome greeted awkwardly, even as her pussy clenched at the thought of taking the demon lord to her bed. “You’re coming with us?”
            Sesshomaru glanced at Kagome directly to regard her with stoic respect. By his position to her side, out of the airflow behind her, he could not smell her body’s growing desire, but he could definitely hear her heart speeding up. He knew it to be the heartbeat of a woman thinking intently about sex, of accepting a strong, worthy male into her body, as he heard the same sound in Rin on a nightly basis. Perhaps, he thought, that if he was willing to offer Rin to InuYasha, with Rin’s express consent, InuYasha might be willing to share Kagome in return, to say nothing of Sango, Shizu, or Shiori. He imagined himself and his brother doing Rin together, then trapping the lovely miko from the future between their powerful demonic bodies and sheathing themselves deep within her to give her a hard, pumping fuck she’d never forget. He said nothing of this as he answered, though. “Yes…” he paused, briefly preoccupied with his explicit sexual thoughts. “We will present a stronger front against Naraku if we band together.”
            Kagome nodded in agreement, almost forgetting to breathe. Having been around InuYasha, Miroku and Shippo for so long and having accepted their sexual advances so often, she recognized the gleam in Sesshomaru’s eyes and knew exactly what he was thinking of. Immediately, she realized that he probably saw the same thing in her own eyes as she ogled him. Her face flushing, she returned her attention to the horizon before her.
            Behind Kagome on Shippo’s back, Shizu looked at InuYasha, then at Sesshomaru, considering each male’s great power and predisposition to lead, to be ‘alpha.’ She raised an important point to them. “So…who’s in charge?”
            Sesshomaru looked to Shizu, then to InuYasha. His golden eyes became thoughtful. “Between the two of us, you lead the larger pack,” he said to the inu hanyou. “You may be…in charge.”
            Holy shit. This was InuYasha’s only thought as he grappled with the enormity of the idea of him telling Sesshomaru, Lord of the Mother-Fucking West what to do, if only temporarily. Kagome and the others had similar thoughts. “S-sounds good,” InuYasha croaked out.
            Ever so slightly, Sesshomaru’s eyebrows arched and his thin male lips curled with mirth at InuYasha’s astonishment. That mirth didn’t stay for very long, as barely half an hour later, he and InuYasha noticed Kagome cup her hand over her mouth as if in horror. The daiyoukai altered his course minutely so that he and his brother flew more closely alongside her as she rode Shippo’s back.
            “What is it?” InuYasha asked of Kagome. “What’s happened?”
            “Naraku, he’s…he’s killed someone. Now another…and another,” Kagome hushed. The deaths she sensed were those of the miko Sayaka’s junior priestesses. Naraku murdered them by pumping his demonic semen directly into their lungs, drowning them in a most hideous manner and thoroughly enjoying it. Though she remained unaware of the specifics, the girls’ last moments were filled with a silent screaming terror so intense that Kagome could feel it at a distance of more than two hundred miles. Helplessly, she felt their lives fade to nothingness and a few minutes later, Naraku’s slaughter of every single man, woman and child in the fishing village downhill from Sayaka’s shrine began in earnest. All Kagome could manage to say then was: “Oh, God.”
            InuYasha felt his blood run cold by the resulting expression on Kagome’s face and decided not to ask anything more. He ordered tersely to Shippo and Kirara: “Faster!” Looking at Sesshomaru as the daiyoukai held him aloft in the air, he repeated the command as a plea. “Please. Faster.”
            Out of InuYasha and Sesshomaru’s temporarily merged ‘pack,’ the relatively slowest flier was Ah-Un. The double-headed dragon could fly at a top speed of around a hundred miles per hour, so in the interest of keeping the pack together in the air, that was the speed Sesshomaru, Shippo and Kirara held themselves to. Over the next two hours, no one spoke another word and as they flew on into the break of dawn, they watched worriedly as the sun rose over the horizon of the Japanese countryside passing to their right.
            The pack came upon the remains of the fishing village while the sun was still fairly close to the Pacific horizon, its light shimmering across the seawater. The break of a new day contrasted with the sudden, violent ends the villagers had met overnight. Miles before, the pack had spotted dense black smoke plumes billowing out of the destroyed village and as they came upon it, they orbited high above it silently, staying upwind of the smoke as best they could as they searched for signs of life. They saw none.
            “Oh, fuck…” InuYasha mouthed in disbelief at the scene of devastation below him. Every single house and building had been torched, the remains still smoldering, and through the momentary gaps in the smoke flowing from the ruins, he could catch glimpses of dozens of bodies lying in the streets. Bodies floated lifelessly in the bloody water close to the village’s docks and hung halfway out of drifting boats and canoes, as well. Getting Shippo’s attention, he pointed to one of the forested hills overlooking the village. “Set down right there,” he said to the transformed kitsune. With Kagome, Shizu and Shiori on his back, Shippo descended to the hill and landed as InuYasha directed, with Kirara, Miroku and Sango following. Sesshomaru and InuYasha landed next, followed by Rin and Jaken atop Ah-Un.
            Miroku and Sango dismounted Kirara while Kagome, Shizu and Shiori dismounted Shippo. Shippo reverted to his handsome humanoid form but Kirara remained as a battle-cat as a precaution. Rin and Jaken climbed off of Ah-Un and as Sesshomaru released InuYasha from his youki field, everyone moved to stand in a wide circle, facing one another.
            “Naraku’s not here,” Kagome said to her friends, using her spiritual ‘sight beyond sight’ to scan the village below them and the surrounding hills. To her, the oni lord’s aura, as intense and distinct as it was, had vanished as quickly as it appeared. “We’ve missed him.”
            Miroku stood with his back to the destroyed village. He looked over a shoulder at it, having difficulty grasping the scale of the situation, then looked to InuYasha. “This is such a mess. What do we do?”
            “We look for survivors,” InuYasha said decisively, gripping Tetsuseiga’s scabbard tightly. “We go through every single house and building down there, but there’s still a lot of smoke, so fires are probably still burning. We need a way to put them out.”
            “We’re beside the sea,” Kagome noted, glancing at the vast Pacific Ocean before her. “We have all the water we need, but how do we get it to the fires? A bucket?”
            “Yeah,” Shippo agreed thoughtfully. “A really big bucket.”
(Soundtrack: Avantasia – The Wicked Symphony)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqYIWGAkNkk
            Everyone looked to Shippo as he backed away from the group and leapt high into the air, using his kitsune magic to transform into what looked to be the single largest wooden-walled, steel-banded water bucket ever seen on Earth, or any planet, for that matter. Twenty feet in diameter and twenty feet tall, ‘Bucket Shippo’ boasted a potential volume of nearly 50,000 liquid gallons. A pair of his signature googly-eyes formed on the arbitrary ‘front’ of him, followed by a broad, thin line of a mouth whose ends curled upward in a goofy smile.
            InuYasha looked Bucket Shippo over and nodded his approval. “Good thinking,” he praised. “Now, fill up from the sea and start dousing flames!”
            Shippo turned and flew out over the sea, submerging himself and filling with seawater as InuYasha ordered. He filled to brimming capacity and as he lifted away from the sea, the tide along the body-strewn fishing village receded visibly by the volume removed from it. The transformed fox demon then rose ponderously into the sky above the village, the 50,000 gallons of water he carried weighing more than 200 tons. Carefully and methodically, he maneuvered himself to levitate atop each burning house and building and tilted forward to pour his contents onto the burning or smoldering structure beneath him, extinguishing it in seconds. He began on one end of the fishing village, working his way through it in a serpentine pattern until every fire had been put out. Once he had finished, Shippo returned to his auburn-haired humanoid form.
            With the fires out and the smoke subdued, the real work of saving whatever lives could be saved could begin and InuYasha looked to his friends, Sesshomaru and his pack included. “Okay, let’s go,” he said, turning and beginning to descend the hill he stood upon. Everyone followed after him and immediately upon setting foot inside the destroyed fishing village, they found mutilated and/or charred human bodies lying all around, in the streets, in burned-out alleys and doorways, everywhere.
            InuYasha grimaced at the horrible scene around him. He looked behind him to his friends: he knew that Kagome, Sango, Miroku, Shippo and Kirara had all seen things like this before, the grisly aftermath of the demon attack that Naraku instigated on Sango’s home village foremost among them. Sesshomaru and Ah-Un both were probably hundreds of years old and so they had seen some ‘things’ in their time, but Shizu, Shiori, and Rin hadn’t, though. Tsukuyomaru’s widow and her half-demon daughter had put up with a lot of nonsense, even violence from their neighbors in their home village before joining up with him and his pack, but none of it had ever looked like this. Further, Sesshomaru had done a good job of protecting Rin during his travels with her, ensuring that she was never exposed to the aftermath of such violence, even if she was aware that it had happened.
            In the village’s main street, a dazed Shiori knelt beside the body of a human girl that Naraku or his demons had stabbed to death, while Shizu looked on grimly. Near the girl’s body lay what was likely one of her toys, a roughly foot-tall doll in the form of a grown woman, its tiny handmade clothes spattered with blood. Shiori thought that it hadn’t been so long ago that she was the dead girl’s age, or had a doll like hers. All of a sudden, for the few times she had seen Naraku or his incarnations, the threat that they posed to her, her mother, and to everyone around them seemed much more real.
            InuYasha glanced at all the bodies around him and his friends, then at Sesshomaru and the swords he carried at his hip. Thankfully, Tenseiga was still one of them. “Sesshomaru, you’ve got Tenseiga,” he noted. “Please tell me that you can fix this.”
            Sesshomaru felt Tenseiga pulse at his hip and he placed a hand upon its hilt. “Tenseiga speaks to me. This is a good sign,” he said to InuYasha. By Tenseiga’s grace, in his mind’s eye he could see the imp-like servants of the underworld scurrying about the ruined village before him, congregating around dead humans to prey on their souls. Tenseiga gave an especially urgent pulse and the demon lord knew that it wanted to be used. “Totosai once told me that as Tetsuseiga can take a hundred lives in one swing, Tenseiga can save a hundred. Let us find out.”
            InuYasha’s golden eyes narrowed as Sesshomaru drew Tenseiga from its sheath. He could hear the sword’s song pouring off its blade, the silent song of death undone. He stepped back away from Sesshomaru, as did the others of his pack, and the daiyoukai gave a swift, mighty swing of Tenseiga in a roughly 200 degree arc in front of him. A blast of totally non-destructive healing energy left Tenseiga’s blade and cleaved through the village, sundering the servants of the underworld and banishing them from the mortal plane of existence. A few seconds later, both Sesshomaru and InuYasha could hear dozens, then hundreds of formerly lifeless human hearts beginning to beat again.
            Before the eyes of everyone in InuYasha and Sesshomaru’s joined pack, the horrible wounds in the bodies of the slain villagers mended as life took hold of them once more, to their profound relief. Along with their relief came a sort of reverse morbid fascination as Tenseiga worked its magic; not only did the villagers’ wounds close, their severed limbs, seared skin, and burned hair regrew, as if nothing had happened to them. Their clothes went unaffected by Tenseiga’s blessing, though, leaving some people wearing only half an outfit, the missing half lost to flame or other causes.
            Empowered, Sesshomaru marched down the fishing village’s main street, using his Tenseiga to resurrect everyone he could find. InuYasha and the others followed behind him and they left behind them a trail of bewildered, freshly-resurrected villagers that shouted and screamed in total disorientation, scrambling back and forth between houses in search of friends and family members. Eventually, the pack came upon the burned-out remains of the barn that Naraku had herded his final victims into. All noticed the charred bones of someone’s arm hanging out of one of the barn’s ground level windows and they stopped in their tracks: judging from the short length and thinness of them, the bones were those of a child’s arm.
            Seething, InuYasha stormed forward past Sesshomaru to rip what remained of the barn’s doors clean off of their hinges and he found himself immediately treated to the sight of a knee-deep pile of incinerated bodies gathered on the charred, hay-strewn floor, one that still reeked of melted flesh and burned hair. The bones of the child-sized skeleton hanging halfway out the barn’s window were supported from the inside by a much larger, adult one, as if that man or woman had been trying to push the child out of the barn. Naraku had burned these people alive.
            InuYasha stepped aside and Sesshomaru did not hesitate to use Tenseiga. One swipe of it and the pile of immolated villagers began to stir, their bodies healing back to their original states in seconds. InuYasha, Miroku, and Shippo then began helping people off of the pile as quickly as they could so that the ones at the bottom wouldn’t suffocate or be crushed back to death by the hundreds of pounds of fellow humans pressing down on them. For some of them, their clothes had been completely burned away and as soon as they got back onto their feet and realized their nakedness, they screeched and ran as fast as they could back to what remained of their homes, searching for replacement clothes. After a few minutes, some of the people that Sesshomaru revived first regained enough presence of mind to recognize that he, InuYasha, and all the others of their pack were strangers. The village guards, the first ones to fall to Naraku, were among them and they responded violently.
            “You! Stop there!” the guards shouted, unsheathing their swords and raising their polearms as they surrounded InuYasha and his friends. Wisely, Sesshomaru sheathed Tenseiga. Even though it could not cut in the conventional sense, the healing sword looked like any other katana of the time and so continuing to hold it might have provoked the guards further. In any event, he hardly needed a sword to fight them off if they made it necessary. Similarly, everyone else in the pack kept their hands away from their most obvious weapons, but remained ready to defend themselves.
            “Wait! We’re here to help!” InuYasha called to the guards, raising his hands to show that they were empty, that he was not a threat. Pointing to Kagome, he added: “We have a miko with us. She felt demons attacking this village and we came to find out what was going on.”
            The guards recognized Kagome’s red-and-white Shinto miko garb and instantly took some comfort by the sight of it. They also recognized Sango as a demon exterminator, Miroku as a Buddhist monk, and Shizu and Rin as apparently normal human women, but they weren’t so sure of what to make of InuYasha, Sesshomaru, Shippo, Shiori, Kirara, or Ah-Un, given that they were of obvious demonic lineage. Kirara’s 1500-pound Battle Cat form, Ah-Un’s scaled bulk, and the intimidating, seven-foot height of a well-armed and armored Sesshomaru gave them special concern.
            Kagome saw the guards’ nervous eyes and where they were directed. She stepped up to stand beside InuYasha and speak. “Men, I am a miko. My name is Kagome and these are my friends,” she said, gesturing to InuYasha and the others. “Please, lower your weapons and tell us what happened here.”
            The guards seemed to realize that they had been attacked by giant spiders and flying worms, not InuYasha or any of his friends, and they lowered their weapons as Kagome asked. The leader of them stepped forward to differentiate himself from the rest and he made his respect to Kagome with a bow. All around him, people he had personally witnessed being stabbed or mauled to death by a bloodthirsty demonic horde were up and running, totally alive again. “Priestess, we were…we were dead, but now we live?”
            “Yes,” Kagome answered, looking to Sesshomaru. “This is Sesshomaru, Great Demon Lord of the West. You may have heard of him. He had the power to restore your lives and he used it.”
            The guard leader looked at Sesshomaru, instantly recognizing his name and his daiyoukai status, then fell to the ground to prostrate himself before Kagome and the demon lord responsible for returning them to life. The other guards immediately followed suit. “My men and I thank you, Priestess, and you, my lord.”
            By her great personal modesty, Kagome blanched at the sight of so many men practically worshipping her and she knelt down to tug on the guard leader’s arm and urge him back onto his feet. “We wouldn’t have done anything else. Lord Sesshomaru wouldn’t have done anything else. Now please, tell us what happened!”
            The guard leader and his men stood back up and the leader began to recount the ordeal of the past few hours. “We were attacked overnight. A horde of demons the likes we had never seen came at us and overwhelmed us.” For the first time, he noticed that every single house around him had been burnt down. Day had broken, telling him that some time had passed since the attack. “We were killed quickly and I assume the entire village populace was killed, as well. I suppose that there was a fire afterward. But before all that, though, we saw a strange light coming from Lady Sayaka’s shrine. I sent some men to investigate and…they didn’t come back. Then the attack started.”
            Shrine. The shrine the guard spoke of was likely the home of the miko that Kagome sensed fighting with Naraku. “This shrine – where is it?” InuYasha asked urgently.
            The guard leader turned and pointed to the forested hill overlooking the village, close to the same direction from which InuYasha and pack had approached. “It’s up there, in the forest.”
            InuYasha looked in the direction the guard leader pointed and saw the red torii of the shrine protruding out over the top of the forest canopy. He turned to Kagome and the rest of the pack. “Shall we go?”
            Kagome and the others nodded. “Let’s,” Kagome said.
            The guard leader interjected to InuYasha and Kagome. “Do you need us to come with you?”
            “No, thank you,” Kagome declined politely. “The people here need your help more than we do. Please, stay here and help them however you can. Find any of the dead that Lord Sesshomaru missed and gather them in one place. We should be back soon.”
            The guard leader nodded, bowed to Kagome in respect, and signaled for his men to follow him deeper into the fishing village so that they could begin their search for the remaining dead. InuYasha, Kagome, and the others then left the village to begin their trek to the forest shrine of Lady Sayaka. They found the path leading to it from the village and followed it until they reached the shrine’s stone steps, ascending them as quickly as they could.
            Once the pack reached the top, InuYasha stopped, sniffing the air. His nose wrinkled immediately. “I smell blood…and cum,” he warned.
            Sesshomaru smelled the air as well and agreed. “There were many males here, and some females,” he said, analyzing the scents flowing past him. “All were engaged in some kind of sexuality. The blood is all male, though. It is fresher, so it came some time afterward.”
            The pack moved on to the shrine’s worship hall and the odor of semen grew stronger. InuYasha opened the hall’s front door and the smell came pouring out from the darkened interior so strongly that even the pack’s human members with their relatively weaker senses could pick it up. “Goodness,” Miroku exclaimed quietly, stepping back away from the hall’s door. “How many people did it take to make a smell like this?”
            “Dozens,” Sesshomaru answered, his demonic senses allowing him to discern individual scents within the wall of cum smell pouring over him.
            “Let’s check around back,” InuYasha said, sliding worship hall’s door shut and stepping off the hall’s front deck to make his way to the hall’s rear with the others following close behind. Immediately, he spotted the mutilated bodies of the guards that Naraku had killed, apparently the ones that the village guard leader had sent to investigate the shrine, laying in the worship hall’s rear courtyard and his right hand found its way to Tetsuseiga’s hilt by instinct. “More bodies,” he warned to his pack. “Sesshomaru – Tenseiga, please.”
            Sesshomaru drew Tenseiga and resurrected the dead guards as InuYasha requested. As the guards stirred to life, besides the sheer amount of blood on the ground, InuYasha could smell semen again, though it was noticeably different from that which he smelled inside the shrine’s worship hall. “Naraku…and Byakuya,” he pronounced aloud, realizing that the scent of semen he had picked up was that of Naraku and his latest, greatest incarnation. That realization came with unsettling implications. “Naraku and Byakuya were here!”
            “The bath house,” Sesshomaru pointed for InuYasha. “Their scents emanate from there.”
            To InuYasha, the air smelled as if Naraku and Byakuya had gotten off a dozen times or more, and weaved into the scent of their release came that of a woman, or women. He could only guess that Naraku and Byakuya hadn’t come here just to jack off and that the woman or women they found their pleasure with hadn’t been willing. He knew that he and his friends hadn’t yet found the shrine’s priestess, the ‘Lady Sayaka’ the guard leader referred to, and as his friends helped the resurrected guards to their feet, he approached the bath house’s open door with mounting dread.
            InuYasha gripped Tetsuseiga’s hilt tightly as he stepped inside the bath house, ready to fight off Naraku or Byakuya if they were hiding inside to ambush him. The first thing he saw was the reddish-pink demon flesh coating the walls, followed by the vat of demonic semen occupying most of the floor. He swallowed thickly, feeling queasy as he looked to the right and spotted the lifeless, unclothed bodies of nine young women cemented to the bath house’s wall by the fleshy matter Naraku had left behind. Each woman still had what looked like a three or four-foot-long demon cock shoved down their throats.
            “Oh, shit!” InuYasha cursed, leaping back from the bath house in utter revulsion. Sesshomaru noted the look on InuYasha’s face and entered the bath house to see for himself. His golden eyes remained impassive and he did not flinch at what he saw, outwardly unaffected by it by having seen quite a few equally depraved things over his long life. He approached the situation more matter-of-factly. “Purification of this place is necessary,” he concluded. “Priestess Kagome, your abilities are needed.”
            At this point, Kagome and the others had been talking with the guards that Sesshomaru revived with Tenseiga, telling them of the situation down in the fishing village and of the situation of the other guards. Kagome heard InuYasha curse and Sesshomaru call for her, and so she joined them in front of the bath house.
            Before entering the demon-tainted bath, Kagome saw that InuYasha’s face had nearly drained of color, while Sesshomaru’s appeared even more stoic than usual. “How bad is it?” she asked.
            InuYasha shook his head. “Bad,” he replied. “You probably can’t ‘un-see’ what’s in there.”
            Bravely, Kagome stepped into the bath house and faced the horrors inside head-on. Her ethereal blue eyes hardened and her lips curled downward in disgust; by the rivers of semen that had dried upon the dead women’s inner thighs, it was clear to her that Naraku or Byakuya had raped all of them. She assumed that they had died by choking to death on the tentacles still occupying their mouths and throats. “InuYasha, Sesshomaru – please stand back,” Kagome warned. “This might hurt you.”
            InuYasha and Sesshomaru backed away from the bath as Kagome asked, and Kagome closed her eyes and began to focus her purifying reiki. A brilliant, electric blue corona of light formed around her, her body seeming to radiate it as a star in the night sky. She gave up a mighty, womanly shout and shoved her hands out away from her as her purifying corona detonated, sweeping out from her body to wash over the demonic flesh covering the entire interior of the bath house and erase it from existence.
            By Kagome’s purification, the bath pool that Naraku had transformed into pure semen evaporated completely and the semen still in the lungs of Sayaka’s junior mikos evaporated, as well. The tentacles filling the girls’ mouths and throats ceased to exist and once the demon flesh holding them to the bath house’s wooden wall disappeared, their bodies collapsed to the purified wooden floor. “Sesshomaru! Please use Tenseiga!” Kagome called behind her.
            Swiftly, Sesshomaru entered the restored bath house and swept Tenseiga over all nine dead priestesses at once. They began to draw breath again, their lungs no longer filled with Naraku’s vile fluid, and their glassy eyes filled with life as they sat up upon the bath house floor in a daze. All nine women were still naked from their ‘worship’ service the night before and Sesshomaru stepped back outside so as not to be accused of any lechery. Kagome spotted nine bathing yukatas made of white silk hanging from wooden posts along the bath house wall. She handed the yukatas to the women and helped them dress, as necessary.
            Having been alive for only a few seconds, the junior mikos were highly disoriented and their vision was still blurred. As they looked at Kagome, they could make out only the red-and-white silk of her miko garb and ask: “Sayaka-sama?”
            “No, I’m not Sayaka,” Kagome disaffirmed. “But I am a miko. My name is Kagome and I come from Edo. I felt a demon attack your shrine. What happened here?”
            “It…it was horrible, Kagome-sama,” one young priestess said, rubbing her eyes to try and get them focus. “First, there was just one demon. He called himself ‘Byakuya.’ As we were getting ready to bathe here, Lady Sayaka felt him approaching the bath and she shot him with an enchanted arrow. She was about to kill him when the other demon appeared.”
            “Naraku?” Kagome asked.
            “Yes! That was his name,” the junior miko said. “He appeared here, inside the bath, taking us by surprise. He grabbed us and threatened to kill us if Sayaka-sama didn’t surrender. She did, and then…and then!”
            The miko began to weep softly and Kagome moved to console her. “You don’t have to say it. I know what happened next,” she comforted. “Where is Sayaka now?”
            The young woman Kagome held composed herself and looked around the bath house, seeing only Kagome and her fellow junior mikos. “She’s not in here. Is she outside?”
            “No, we haven’t seen her, outside or anywhere,” Kagome answered.
            “Then…then Naraku must have taken her!”
            By this time, with the bath house purified and the women inside dressed as completely as possible, the rest of the pack had gathered around the bath house’s door. Rather bluntly, Sesshomaru spoke: “Many other men were here recently. Dozens at once,” he stated. “We smelled their seed.”
            The junior priestesses hung their heads to look at the floor, as if in shame. “Yes,” one of them admitted. “To raise money to keep the shrine open, we…we prostitute ourselves.”
            “Oh, Kami,” Kagome hushed. Similarly, Sango, Shizu, Shiori, and Rin – all the other female members of the pack – felt sympathy for the mikos’ situation. Conversely, the men felt acutely self-conscious and ashamed of their own sexual tendencies, especially Miroku. Miroku knew that once, long ago in his more lecherous days, he himself might have been one of the mikos’ ‘customers.’
            “We’re sorry,” InuYasha said. “Is that why Naraku and Byakuya came here? For pleasure?”
            “Well, no. I don’t think so…” one of the young women said. “When Naraku appeared here, he was…he was…urk!”
            The woman’s voice ended in a terrible, gasping squelch and she clutched at her chest and stomach. The other women did the same, falling to their sides on the bath house floor and beginning to writhe around as if in terrible pain. Kagome shot to her feet and backed away from them as the first of them began coughing blood.
            “Ku, ku, ku,” a dark, malevolent voice laughed, laughing directly into the minds of InuYasha, Kagome, and everyone else in the pack – Naraku’s. “I think that’s quite enough information for now.”
            The whole pack tensed at the sound of Naraku’s voice, whether it was real or imagined. Shizu and Shiori, having never heard it before, were especially revolted. “Naraku!” InuYasha roared. “Where are you?”
            “Nowhere near, and at the same time, everywhere.”
            The writhing and convulsions of Sayaka’s young priestesses became more violent with each passing second, bloody foam streaming from their mouths. Naraku was doing something to them somehow. “Naraku, stop it! Stop it!” InuYasha demanded.
            “Stop? I haven’t even begun!”
            One of Sayaka’s young women stiffened and gave up an awful, deafening scream as underneath her white yukata, her chest and abdomen abruptly split open from her navel to all the way to her throat, instantly soaking her yukata with blood. Some horrible insectoid thing, like some kind of demented blend of a spider and a mantis, shoved its pincer-like appendages out of the hideous wound it made and clawed its way out of the miko’s body. It was coated in her blood and entrails and once it wriggled its way free of her, it launched itself at Kagome with blinding speed.
            Kagome shrieked and with his half-demon reflexes, InuYasha sprang into action, shoving an arm between Kagome and the freshly ‘hatched’ monster, letting it sink it fangs into him instead of her. He howled in pain and rage as it bit down into him hard, punching through the sleeve of his Fire-Rat haori to reach deep into skin and muscle over and over, and by grasping its blood-soaked thorax, he ripped it off of him to throw it against the bath house’s far wall as hard as he could.
            The spider/mantis monster hit the wall and fell to the floor, then righted itself and leapt right back at Kagome, its spindly appendages spread wide as it sought to copulate with her face. This time, before it could reach her, Sesshomaru stepped in to draw Bakusaiga and cleave it neatly in half. Her vital organs destroyed, the miko whose chest it had burst out of convulsed briefly and grew still as death took her all over again.
            Similar monsters began ‘hatching’ from the remaining women, killing them gruesomely in the process. Naraku had implanted a dozen in each woman, resulting in over a hundred of his horrifying creations exiting their gestational homes in less than thirty seconds, creating an utter bloodbath. InuYasha turned to shove Kagome and his other friends out of the bath house. “Let’s get out here! Move!” he ordered harshly.
            Given that InuYasha and his friends had turned around, the guards that Naraku had killed and left in the courtyard between the shrine’s worship hall and bath house, the same ones that Sesshomaru had revived just a few minutes earlier, stood before them. Like Sayaka’s junior mikos, they began to fall to the ground and convulse in agony as the monsters that Naraku had planted in them surreptitiously began to stir, chewing their way out of their bodies ravenously to cause as much blood-spewing damage as possible. Behind InuYasha and his pack, the monsters that had hatched from the mikos’ bodies began to stalk out of the bath house.
            Beyond being just the hosts for Naraku’s parasitic monsters, the mikos and guards that the parasites had burst out of responded to Naraku’s telepathic control, serving him as his pawns in an abominable state of un-death. With their blood and what remained of their internal organs pouring out of them, spilling out onto the ground, they rose to their feet slowly and in eerie unison, animated by Naraku’s dark magic. Their flesh paled and their eyes glowed bright magenta, the light of the Shikon no Tama applied to a terrible purpose.
            “Oh, God…Oh, God!” Kagome cried as the priestesses Sesshomaru had just revived, the same ones she had just been speaking with just moments before, began shambling out of the bath house and stumbling down its front steps directly toward her and her friends. The guards, now undead and in Naraku’s thrall as well, began to rise and advance in a similar manner. With nine undead mikos behind them, as many as twenty undead guards in front of them, and more than a hundred insectoid monsters scattered about, InuYasha and his pack were outnumbered and completely surrounded.
            Everyone readied their weapons. InuYasha drew Tetsuseiga and Sesshomaru gripped his Bakusaiga, while Sango dropped Hiraikotsu to unsheath her katana and Miroku clenched his hands on his enchanted staff. Shippo summoned two swords made of his ‘Hard Fire’ into his hands while Kirara and Ah-Un crouched low, preparing to pounce like the four-legged animals they were. With some fright, Shizu, Shiori, Rin, the relatively most defenseless members of the pack, adjusted their positions so that they stood behind their better-armed friends. To his credit, Jaken stood at Sesshomaru’s side, not behind him, and readied his Staff of Two Heads so as to fight alongside his lord.
            “InuYasha! What do we do?” Sango asked, not taking her eyes off the guards and monsters in front of her.
            To InuYasha’s mind, at that moment, there was only one option left. “Attack!” he snarled. He leapt forward to slash out at the undead guards and demonic mantis spiders before him with Tetsuseiga in one hand, launching his Blades of Blood at them with the other. Sango followed close behind him, using her katana to cut down whatever he missed. Shippo and Miroku stood fast to protect Shizu, Shiori, Rin, and Jaken from anything that got through.
            Behind them, Sesshomaru used his blinding demon speed and peerless swordsmanship with Bakusaiga to destroy all nine undead mikos and the monsters that had come from them in mere seconds. He found, as InuYasha and Sango did with the guards, that the only way to put them down permanently was to decapitate them. What few monsters that Sesshomaru missed were incinerated by a gout of flame from Jaken’s magic staff.
            Silence fell over the courtyard as the last monsters and possessed humans fell to InuYasha, Sesshomaru, or Sango’s swords. The silence ‘broke’ when Naraku’s telepathic voice spoke once again. “Very good,” Naraku praised to InuYasha and pack. “I knew that relatively small number would not trouble you.”
            “Fuck you, Naraku!” InuYasha spat crudely, watching his surroundings for any other surprises Naraku might have left behind. “You’re a rapist, you’re a murderer, and you’re a fucking coward! Are you too afraid to face us yourself?”
            “Hardly,” Naraku chuckled. “I simply enjoy the violence. And there’s a good deal more for you to have right now.”
            Everyone began to hear awful screams and cries coming from the fishing village downhill from the shrine. By their superhuman hearing, the members of the pack with demonic lineage could hear it with the best clarity and they immediately wished they couldn’t hear so well. They realized that before he left, Naraku had infected every single person in the village with his parasites, turning the whole place into a massive trap for them to stumble upon. Every single person that Sesshomaru had revived had just died all over again.
            Looking at the headless bodies of the undead guards and priestesses he and his friends had just re-slain, InuYasha’s thoughts once more turned to saving lives. Breathing hard, he turned to his daiyoukai brother. “Sesshomaru, use Tenseiga.”
            Dutifully, Sesshomaru placed a hand on Tenseiga’s hilt. This time, the healing sword remained still and silent in its sheath, and no servants of the underworld appeared to him. He stood visibly shaken by the knowledge dawning on him. Apparently, Tenseiga could be used on a person only once and he knew exactly what that meant for Rin. His precious, beloved, irreplaceable Rin. “Tenseiga...does not respond.”
            “What?” InuYasha exclaimed.
            “It doesn’t respond!” Sesshomaru repeated, snarling now. Ever since he had used Tenseiga to revive Rin when he found her mauled to death in a forest all those years ago, the healing sword had been a token of reassurance. Once Rin began following him, then travelling with him, then growing up into a beautiful woman and capturing his heart, he thought that if he ever failed to protect her, he could simply use Tenseiga to bring her back to him. Now, that reassurance was shattered.
            “Sesshomaru…you mean we can’t bring these people back again?” InuYasha asked.
            “Yes. They are dead. Permanently, now.” Sesshomaru answered, sneering helplessly at the gore around him.
            InuYasha knew that Sesshomaru had used Tenseiga to revive Rin once already and he had arrived at generally the same thoughts that the daiyoukai did. He looked at Rin and saw that terrifying realization on her face, as well. Instinctively, Kagome reached out to the younger woman, pulling her close to comfort her as best she could. Gloating by the misery he had incited, Naraku spoke again. “Ku, ku, ku. If I were you, Sesshomaru, I’d be very, very careful with Rin, from now on!”
            “Shut up!” InuYasha snapped at Naraku while Sesshomaru glowered intensely, looking at Rin as Kagome held her. “Shut the fuck up!”
            Naraku laughed in evil pleasure. “Very well. I shall leave you be for now. But remember, I am always watching. Have fun with the villagers.”
            The screaming in the fishing village downhill from the shrine had stopped now, a deathly silence hanging in the air. Hurriedly, InuYasha and his pack then left the worship hall’s rear courtyard and all the dead bodies in it to gather in front of the shrine, in a grassy clearing where they had a view of the village below. The members of the pack with the best eyesight could see hundreds, thousands of the insectoid monsters like the ones that had hatched from the mikos and shrine guards earlier swarming around in the streets. Worse, they could see the people that they had hatched from shambling back and forth aimlessly, their torsos split wide open and drooling all manners of gore onto the ground. No one was spared – Naraku had infected men, women, and children alike with his demonic parasites. Suddenly, at Naraku’s mental command, every single monster and undead thrall turned to begin moving in one direction: directly toward InuYasha and his pack.
            “Naraku knew this would happen,” InuYasha scowled. “He knew we would come here. He killed everyone, knowing we would use Tenseiga to revive them, and once we did, it caused…this.”
            “There’s…there’s too many of them!” Shippo cried, gripping his Hard Fire swords desperately. “What do we do?”
            “If those people and those things get out into the countryside, it’ll be chaos,” Miroku warned. “InuYasha, we can’t let any of them escape. Not one.”
            InuYasha’s hand tightened on Tetsuseiga’s hilt. “The Meido,” he whispered, disbelieving what he was thinking of. “We…we send them into the Meido.”
            Everyone was silent. To send the fishing village and the people into the Meido would be a death sentence for them. InuYasha looked to Kagome, as if seeking guidance from her. Her heart hammering in her throat, she answered: “Do it,” she said, giving her approval for InuYasha to send an entire village into the nether world and effectively commit mass murder.
            InuYasha nodded, then gripped Tetsuseiga with both hands and lifted it high above his head, pointing it toward the sky. His friends backed away for safety. “Meido…” he chanted, Tetsuseiga’s blade turning pitch black and becoming a window to another dimension, brimming with stars, nebulae, and entire galaxies. “Zangetsuha!”
            As InuYasha scythed Tetsuseiga downward, its empowered blade cut through reality itself, moving through an arc that encompassed the entirety of the fishing village below him. That arc became a Meido, a portal to the nether world of Death itself. Every building, house, undead villager, and insectoid monster before InuYasha fell into the Meido’s cosmic maw and once the Meido closed, it was as if they had been erased from existence. The Meido swallowed not only the village, but untold tons of the land it had been built upon, leaving behind a vast, crescent-shaped crater in the earth. One edge of the crater intersected with the sea and immediately, seawater came roaring into it to fill it up.
            InuYasha lowered himself to a knee as he watched the ocean’s water flow into the space where the fishing village had stood. He hung his head, his ivory bangs covering his eyes as he began to weep silently. Naraku was always one step ahead of him and his pack. He thought of the young mikos that they had just killed and wondered: how long would it be until the same thing happened to one of his female friends? What could he do? What?
            Kagome knelt on the grass behind him and put her arms around InuYasha, crying as well while the others looked on. “Damn you, Naraku. Damn you,” Kagome wept, burying her face into InuYasha’s shoulder to weep along with him.
            Composing himself somewhat, InuYasha cleared his throat. “We should move on, back to Edo,” he said to his pack. “We need to get back there as soon as we can. Who knows what’s happened there since we’ve been gone.”
            “Right,” Kagome agreed, helping InuYasha to his feet. She looked to Sesshomaru and his small group, Rin most of all. “Are you coming with us?”
            “Yes,” Sesshomaru replied, not hesitating for a second. He glanced at the small bay where the fishing village had been. The situation with Naraku was escalating rapidly and he knew that they needed to find a way to resolve it soon. “We need each other’s help, now more than ever.”
            Rin’s face became visibly happier at the prospect of spending more time around InuYasha, Kagome, and the others. She knew that she would feel safer with both Sesshomaru and InuYasha near, and she hoped that they would be able to find time for the ‘proposition’ that she and Sesshomaru had made to InuYasha. Haunted by the knowledge that Tenseiga couldn’t save her a second time, she found solace in her intense sexual thoughts of her beloved daiyoukai and his handsome hanyou brother. She even hoped that she might get a shot at Miroku or Shippo, if Sango and Shiori were willing to share.
            For her own part, Kagome’s spirits were buoyed in much the same way. “We’ll be glad to have you,” she said to Sesshomaru and Rin. “We’ll even be glad to have you, Jaken.”
            Jaken gave a nervous half-smile and bowed in appreciation. “Yes, thank you, milady.”
            InuYasha sheathed Tetsuseiga. “We should go,” he suggested to his pack. Pulling the map he had shown to Sesshomaru the night before out of his haori and unfolding it, he analyzed the distance between his pack and Edo. “It’s morning, now. If we move at a decent speed, we can reach Edo by evening.”
            At InuYasha’s command, the pack readied itself for travel. Before Shippo transformed into his Fire-Fox, though, InuYasha directed him to use his magic fire to incinerate the bodies of the guards and mikos they had left in the shrine’s rear courtyard. Tenseiga couldn’t do anything for them now and besides not having the time to bury all twenty or thirty of them, InuYasha wanted to be completely certain they wouldn’t rise again and threaten anyone else. He and the rest of the pack then configured themselves for flight and took to the sky to fly west toward Edo, leaving the destroyed fishing village and its abandoned shrine behind.
            Somewhere, Naraku smiled with sadistic intent. Their ordeal had only begun!

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A Twist in the Myth