At the End of Days | By : inumom Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: At this point, I don’t own Inu & Co. Maybe when I win the lottery….
AN: This is a brand new piece. I can’t guarantee how soon I’ll be able to update, but I’ll post each section as soon as it’s finished. This could easily turn out to be the most complicated thing I’ve ever done. If you’re ready, hang on--it’s going to be quite a ride….
At the End of Days
1. Deal With the Devil
The young former leader of the brown tribe of the wolf youkai pack gave up on sleep, going outside the small cave to relieve the sentry who had been keeping watch. He was reluctant to accept any of the rights and privileges of the tribe’s leadership, as he didn’t really expect that they would be able to survive more than a few more years. A group of only three--all of them male--had few prospects in wolf youkai society: they would be unable to increase their numbers without either begging for females from one of the more prosperous tribes--a sign of weakness that would inevitably lead to either the brown tribe’s destruction or its absorption by the larger group--or finding other females with which to mate. That option seemed no better--youkai females valued strength and security, two things that their pathetic little band could not provide, and mating with humans, regardless of whatever strengths they might possess, was out of the question, as the hanyou taint would only serve to further reduce his group’s already low standing in the wolf pack hierarchy.
It was only when the silky hiss of a voice spoke almost directly behind him that Kouga realized that he wasn’t alone. “Your pack has fallen on hard times, wolf prince. Perhaps I may be of some help?”
Kouga turned, snarling, and he finally caught the scent he had been following ever since his tribe was nearly wiped out by one of Naraku’s minions. “Come out,” he growled, icy blue eyes searching the shadows. “Are you here to finish us off?”
The low chuckle would have been pleasant enough were it not for the sudden chill that raked its way up Kouga’s spine. “Not at all, Lord Kouga. I wish only to correct the errors of an overzealous minion and offer my help in recovering what you have lost.”
Kouga bared his teeth in a vicious snarl. “The wind bitch said she acted on your orders,” he grated out.
The faceless figure wearing the white baboon skin robe shook its head. “You were deceived, wolf prince. Kagura was not sent to attack your tribe--she was supposed to approach you to suggest an alliance. After all,” Naraku said, “We really both desire the same thing--the destruction of the filthy hanyou that stands between each of us and the things that we most desire.”
The wolf youkai paced back and forth before the cave entrance, trying to think. The story seemed plausible, the speaker persuasive, but that did nothing to repair the damage to his tribe. “It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference,” he growled. “The damage has already been done.”
The voice became calm, almost soothing. “Perhaps,” he said, “I can be of some help in rebuilding your tribe--you will eventually take your rightful place as lord of all the wolves, not only the small group in this region.”
Kouga’s head snapped up, his attention caught by the sudden appearance of a familiar, wholly enticing scent. At a gesture from the robed figure before him, a group of wolf youkai bitches appeared. From their appearance and scent, he could tell that all of them were of his own tribe. Not only were they all alive and well, but each of the twelve was in some stage of heat. The thought occurred to him that if he and his two comrades were diligent in carrying out their duties their tribe might regain their former status in a mere handful of years. “How?” he moaned out, his thoughts becoming clouded by the heady scent of the wolf bitches ripe for breeding.
Naraku smirked beneath his mask--this was almost too easy! “It matters not, Lord Kouga. All that matters now is that this little gift will help your regain the status lost through a horrible mistake.” He chuckled silently to himself at the sight of the arrogant wolf prince practically salivating over the bitches. “There is something else, however.”
As Kouga forced his attention away from the future mothers of his tribe Naraku gestured at the pack of wolf youkai bitches. They parted to reveal a slender figure lying on the ground. Kagura lay in chains, a tight leather collar digging into the flesh of her throat.
Naraku’s smirk grew even broader. “With all the new pups coming soon, you will need a servant to care for them while their mothers join you in the hunt. The chains are spelled to make her totally obedient to her master, something that I should obviously have done sooner. I’m sure that you will find a use for her, especially when your bitches grow large with your pups and are unable to satisfy the needs of the dominant male.”
Kouga’s eyes narrowed briefly as he gestured at the large purple-red scar visible beneath the wind youkai’s collar. “What’s that?”
The dark hanyou’s voice was almost jovial. “Just part of your gift, Lord Kouga. I have removed her ability to speak, although she can still produce quite a large variety of sounds. I’m sure you’ll find ways to hear them all.”
Kouga leered at the helpless youkai. Although he had long wished to kill her, this turn of events had caused him to change his mind. He wouldn’t be killing her after all. He would instead do everything in his power to keep her alive. She would pay for her crimes against the pack, every day for the rest of her miserable existence. Reining in the nearly overpowering impulse to sink his claws into her soft flesh to see if she could still scream, he looked into the darkness beneath the baboon-skin hood. “What do you want from me?”
Naraku could hardly keep the sound of success form coloring his voice. “The smallest of things, really--a single piece of information.”
Instantly suspicious, the wolf prince growled, “What kind of information?”
“The hanyou and his bitch vanish from time to time. If you can discover where they go, I can trap the mutt and seal him away where he’ll never bother anybody again.”
As appealing as the thought of ridding himself of his rival was, Kouga was cautious. “How can I do this without being discovered? Kagome will never agree to become my woman if she finds out about this.”
Naraku extended a hand. “Use these,” he said, his voice smooth and persuasive. “With those that you already possess, they should make you able to mask your scent.”
“You won’t hurt Kagome?”
Naraku smirked broadly: the wolf prince was as good as his. “Why would I seek to harm the little miko? She has done nothing to warrant such action from me. All I wish are the pieces of the Shikon no Tama--no matter how good and pure her intentions, she will never be able to protect them from the mutt. Such things are not meant for one of such tainted blood.”
Kouga shook his head slowly. Everything sounded perfectly reasonable, but this was Naraku, after all. Still, Naraku had given his small band new bitches with which they could begin the rebuilding, the wind sorceress that had all but destroyed his tribe--how he was looking forward to seeing if she could still scream!--and three additional fragments of the Shikon no Tama. Suddenly he looked up, blue-grey eyes flashing. “I’ll do it,” he said.
The white-robed figure nodded once before fading away into the predawn darkness. Gesturing to the wolf youkai bitches waiting patiently nearby, he said, “Let’s go inside.” With a cold look at the bound and mute Kagura, he said, “Follow me. Your punishment will begin at daybreak.”
Unable to do anything else thanks to the spell on her chains, Kagura followed.
*
It was nearly three weeks later before Kouga had the opportunity to act on the agreement he had made with Naraku. The intervening time had not been wasted, however. Though he had given each of his remaining followers three of the new bitches for themselves, he was still left with the daunting task of satisfying the other six.
After nearly three weeks of continual effort, all twelve of the new pack members had been impregnated. On the very first morning after confirming that the pack would soon be nearly doubling in size, Kouga set off in the direction of the human village in which his woman and that mutt spent so much of their time. Though he had never been there before, he should have little difficulty in locating the highest concentration of the human girl’s scent.
As he had expected, it only took him slightly more than three days to reach the small village covered in the sweet scent of the woman he desired above all else as well as the stink of that mangy hanyou. Unfortunately, neither of them seemed to be there at the moment.
Sniffing carefully, he caught the scent of a kitsune coming from a small hut on the edge of the village. Since it was unlikely that two of the fox youkai would be associating so closely with a human village--especially one that bore the scent of his woman--he crept silently to the side of the hut where he waited beneath the window, carefully masking his scent to avoid detection.
The kit’s voice was gleeful. “It worked! I was watching from the trees when he went down the well!”
The male voice that Kouga recognized as belonging to that wayward monk chuckled. “Didn’t I tell you? Just the slightest hint that Kagome-sama night be ‘involved’ with a man in her own time is more than enough o ensure that Inuyasha will go to bring her back.”
“Do you think she’ll bring us anything from her world?”
The taijiya’s voice was scolding in an affectionate sort of way. “Maybe, Shippou--if she has time. She’s brought us so many wonderful things so far from her world--it wouldn’t be right to ask for even more, would it?”
“Sango?”
Surprisingly, the taijiya didn’t sound at all annoyed. “What is it, Shippou?”
“What do you think Kagome’s world is like?”
Kouga could almost see the woman shrug. “I don’t know. I mean, we’ve all heard the stories, but I can’t really even imagine some of the things she describes.”
The male voice spoke next. “I know what you mean. Even after all this time I find it hard to believe that so many changes could occur in only five hundred years. I mean, things have remained essentially unchanged for longer than that, if the histories are to be believed.”
Still keeping his scent masked, Kouga returned to the cave in which his pack now resided. He didn’t for a second doubt that Naraku would return soon for the information he had managed to gather. Not that this so-called “information” would be of any use--a well that leads to the world of the future? It was absurd, to say the very least.
‘Still,’ a small voice nagged at the back of his mind, ‘That would go a long way to explain why my woman always wore such strange clothes--and why she never behaved with the submissiveness of a proper woman.’
Never one to spend any significant amount of time in deep contemplation, Kouga forced the confusing thoughts away, intent only on Naraku’s promise to give him the one thing he desired above all else.
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