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A Perilous Web	By : SaydenEmery Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of Rumiko Takahashi's characters, nor do I profit from this. However, Haruki is my own, so do not use without express permission.

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Rest assured readers, that Sesshoumaru will remain the character we know and love. Yes, he will change and overcome things, but he will not be what I see a lot of writers making him out to be. I have no desire to write about Sess being turned into a whiny submissive bitch. That just isn't the essence of him. Hence why I am writing an Inuyasha fanfiction. I can't find any that I like!

Also, he will be paired with an original character I have created. One I hope the readers of this fic will grow to like.

So, I hope you enjoy. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. It has been years since I have done fan fiction, and nearly as long since I have watched Inuyasha, so bear with me if I make a mistake with terms or something of that nature.

Chapter 1
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Very much so wounded, the pale demon made his way discreetly through the forest. The trees he slipped by were scattered densely, showing very little but dark greens and heavy moss. It made for decent cover from less curious creatures.

The air was damp, clinging to his skin and clothing, making him feel heavy as he trudged on.

He wasn't being followed by his attacker. He had traveled into marked territory, that much he knew. Who it was claimed by, he didn't. It was in his better interest to take the chance. The pack of wolf demons would have surely killed him.

Reaching water, he sat back against a tree. He decided if he made it back he would limit his wandering somewhat. The problem was he enjoyed his freedom, what little he had of it anyway. When he wasn't being called upon, traveling allowed him to actually believe his time was his own.

He removed the first layer of his kimono, then the second, leaving only his hakama pants. His entire chest was covered in blood, making the source of it hard to find. He tore strips of his inner kimono to use as a bandage. He wrapped it lazily around his torso, with enough care to staunch the bleeding.

He dozed off a few moments later.

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Sesshoumaru followed the trail of the unfamiliar demon. He wasn't difficult to track. While it was obvious he was trying to stay hidden and out of the way, the blood was laid out like breadcrumbs. He followed it right up to the sleeping form. The demon's skin was milky white, his hair sleek and black like a river of ink. It flowed down his back and blood splattered chest.

Lavender eyes shot open as the demon lord of the western lands took another step forward.

Haruki's breath stopped. It didn't take his mind long to process who he was sitting just feet away from, though the two had never met. Even if he hadn't known who he was, the power radiating from the male before him would have been enough to tell him this perhaps wasn't a good thing. No wonder the wolves didn't follow him. He got to his feet immediately, looking the demon lord in the eye. Though he was wounded, he wasn't about to show weakness. He would fight no matter the condition he was in. He remained defensive, but postured so that he didn't appear to be challenging the demon lord.

With one last emotionless gaze Sesshoumaru turned directions and left the demon be.

Haruki stood there a moment longer, his thin brows knitting together. All the breath left him at once and he sat back against the tree. Why the powerful demon didn't cut him down he didn't know. One thing he was certain of was that he couldn't count on his lucky streak to continue. He allowed himself a brief moment to be insulted before drifting back to sleep.

He remained undisturbed for the rest of the night. He dozed lightly, but restfully, feeling much better by the next morning. His chest had started to heal and he was quick to take a dip in the cool waters of the river. It washed away the blood in diluted red streaks, both off his skin and his clothing. Next time he would not let the wolves catch him off guard.

He remained in the area until he was more rested. The place was peaceful. No demons came to bother him, though he did not let his guard slip. He kept his senses open to everything around him, but he was used to doing that anyway. Being alone much of the time made this as instinctive as breathing.

A dozen or so moons later he found himself back in the lands of the west.

Crossing paths with the lord of the lands was just as tense as their first meeting. The silver hair demon looked to him with his piecing gaze. It was hard to tell what the look was meant to say. Haruki stood, locking eyes with the demon. His body remained neutral. Try as he might, he didn't feel an overwhelming threat from this demon.

Sesshoumaru's body gave nothing away, but a second later he was coming at Haruki, claws ready to pierce flash. The talons sunk into his shoulder, tearing into muscle. He pushed Sesshoumaru back, coming at the demon lord a second later, his sword drawn. The blade was light and curved, the silver hilt shaped into a simple design. They pair fought, though neither seemed intent on delivering a fatal blow. It seemed more a fight of will. Halfway through, Haruki realized Sesshoumaru was mostly toying with him.

Eventually, Haruki far more tired then the seemingly unphased demon lord, Sesshoumaru simply stopped, something else catching his attention. He looking back to Haruki with one more unreadable look and started off. The dark haired demon smirked at him, just to let the demon lord know he recognized their game.

After that, Haruki felt very comfortable in the lands of the west. Few bothered him there, and even Sesshoumaru left him be. They rarely saw each other, and when they did, both simply went on their way. Whatever passed between them passed unspoken.

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One evening, sitting in one of the tall trees, a lowly demon passed him a message. He was to return to Naraku immediately. Fear gripped him like hands around his throat. It had been such a long time since he was called upon. Ten or so new moons had passed. Allowing this much time to lapse, he almost felt free to do as he pleased.

Begrudgingly, he went slinking back like the dog he was.

Naraku acted almost pleased to see him.

“Where has my lovely pet been?” he questioned pleasantly, though the words were laced with poison. Harsh hands gripped his hair as he knelt in front of the dark hanyou.

Haruki wasn't sure if it was in his best interest to answer or not. More often then not, Naraku's questions were meant only so he could hear his own voice. He tried to melt into a more submissive position, an attempt to appease the demon as much as possible. The fingers gripped tighter. He could tell though that this was going to be a night where nothing pleased the man.

A second later he was drug up and crushed to the wall by Naraku's body. Some nights he could be tender in a sick sort of way. Most nights however, he allowed his frustration to turn to violence against Haruki's body. The slender demon squirmed slightly. Naraku liked that. It was like running, eliciting a pray drive in a predator. It was exciting for the predator, less enjoyable for the prey.

Naraku's mouth covered Haruki's, and soon he was slamming his cock into the slender form pressed against him. It was violent and rough, but over quickly. Naraku seemed genuinely calmer afterwords, removing the rest of his clothing to lay in his bed.

Haruki positioned his disheveled robes back into place.

“If a certain toad demon lives tonight, I need you to bring him back” was all Naraku told him before dismissing him coldly.

Haruki didn't bother to ask questions. Usually the information Naraku gave him was enough.

He washed for quite a while in the hot springs as he gave the order some thought. The only toad demon he knew of that was of any importance was one that served under Sesshoumaru.

His thoughts drifted back to Naraku. He had been serving the hanyou since he was a very young demon. His binding spells were fairly weak, but there as a reminder if he ever stepped out of line.
He had never pursued getting them removed. Naraku would only find him and put a worse spell on him, and he liked the freedom he had.. It was not like that in the beginning, and one of his biggest fears was to go back to looking at four lonely walls, waiting for Naraku to decide he was useful for something.

He drew a quick spell across his wrist with a damp finger. It was a simple cleansing smell, restoring his immaculate scent. He never allowed himself to smell of his and Naraku's escapades. It was better for them that no one knew his ties to the hanyou.

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The scene he came upon pieced everything together.

His first hint to something amiss was flesh laid out like a massacre. Demon's off all sorts, a few wallowing in misery, death not yet granting them an escape. Most however, were just hunks of unmoving meat and bone, torn apart.

He moved quickly through the carnage, coming to what he knew solemnly he was there for. He smelled his blood. Far too much of it.

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