Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Sesshoumaru to the Rescue ( Chapter 17 )

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The door burst open on it's hinge, going wide. Sesshoumaru stood with eyes clear and inspecting. He took in everything quickly, the smell of blood, the spattered brains, the dead man on the floor. Even more disturbing was Akanesuji, who had deep cuff marks around her neck, wrists and ankles and that hideous fucking vampire licking human blood from her thigh, his hand cradled up and stroking her white pubic hair.

 

“Come home with me, Akane.” he offered, extending his hand and hoping she would take it and leave this all behind.

 

Her eyes flashed red and her hair began swirling around her. She did not move or show sign of any emotion. Only the violent storm of her hair told the story. Slowly she ran her right hand through the vampires dark black hair, pulling it out and away from of his face and exposing his tongue and sick facial expression even more to him. She trailed her hand down his chest and with a slow pushed as not to shock her vampire lover, she broke the skin below his ribs and pulled out what was supposed to be his liver, but Sesshoumaru couldn't tell. Even as slow, she brought it to her mouth and began to eat it. The slow pull of organ out making the vampire's eyes roll back in his head in ecstasy. Something had obviously snapped in her.

 

“Stop it now.” He growled, anger flaring in Sesshoumaru's nostrils, his own eyes turning red to match. “You will come home with me.”

 

“Once I prayed to the Goddess Sieobo to make me her instrument of destruction. She has granted me my wish.” She pulled at the skin of her arm and forced a shuriken dart from within. Alucard grinned in delight. He had no idea those were in there. “I no longer fear the pain and wish for death when it comes.” She cut her vein deep and offered it to Alucard who supped at it heartily.

 

The vampire scanned her mind rapidly, just a snap shot really. It was filled with flashes of her bearing her neck to Sesshoumaru over and over and over again in submission, asking for an honorable death. The soundtrack was Annie Lenox's voice singing “Thorn in My Side.” Run, run, run, run. Out of curiosity, he looked into the male dog's mind too, only to find him looking down at him in disapproval. Oops.

 

Sesshoumaru looked back to Akane. “Please. We can talk about this somewhere else. Come with me.”

 

“Can't you stop chasing her?” Alucard asked, stopping the vacuum temporarily. “All she wants to do is run away from you.”

 

“Yes, run away and avoid dealing with her issues.”

 

Akane's eyes squinted hard. She did not like being accused of running away like a coward, even if it was true. She had run away from Sesshoumaru, both physically and mentally. “I'm not running now. Come to me, Sesshou...” Akane cocked one leg open just enough to let her inner self be shown to him and the hot stench of her assaulted Sesshoumaru's nose strongly.

 

“What have they done to you?” he asked, his nostrils flaring. His instincts told him to run to her and take her, but his mind told him to hold off. There was something terribly, terribly wrong.

 

“They shot me full of hormones,” she laughed. “They collected up my eggs. Speaking of which,” she said, picking up the petri dish and giving it to Alucard. “Would you like some caviar?”

 

Sesshoumaru thought he would vomit at the sight of the vile monster before him licking the dish like a child licked a plate of left over cake. Those were once part of his love, and he could not stand to see her throw them away like yesterdays left overs, which to her, they were.

 

“Don't you want some of this?” she rubbed the inside of her leg, looking back to Sesshoumaru again. “I'm giving myself to you again. Isn't that what you have wanted for the last fifty years?”

 

“Not here.” Sesshoumaru continued to hold his hand out to her. “Come home with me. We'll get you cleaned up. Then we can... talk.” She was drugged, which explained a lot. She was not in her right mind, a victim to the chemicals coursing through her blood. He had to get her out of here, get her far away.

 

“It's now or never, Fluffy,” she cooed. “I won't want you again.”

 

“Akane. I'm begging you. Please leave this. I don't want to have to fight you, but I will if I have to.”

 

Alucard's eyes perked up. Oh this could be even greater fun, watching the two dog demons go at it until one of them laid dead. She would not stop until she had his liver in her mouth, and he would not stop until she was unconscious enough to drag away.

 

Akane's hair fluttered faster. “Bring it!” she said, pushing Alucard away hard from her leg. Ripping another shuriken from her arm, she crouched low with a small weapon in each hand. Alucard oozed into the shadows, not wanting to interfere with the display. “I've never beaten you, but I think today I will give you the ass whipping you so throughly deserve.”

 

Sesshoumaru sighed internally. He really did deserve what ever ass whoping she was going to met out, but getting beaten today would not save her. If he was to help her, he would have to drag her kicking and screaming away from London.

 

The dog demon crouch into a mirroring stance, regretful that he did not have a weapon of his own. His shorter hair started to stand up on it's own as well, his stripes burning through the magical creams he used to hide them in public. “So be it,” he whispered. Letting his whip fly, he bound her dominant hand and wrist and she pulled, which he knew she would do. Pulling back his right arm, he punched her square in the jaw. The combined force of her pull and his lunge crashed them back into the medical tables and equipment, crashing a hole in the wall.

 

She kicked up with her leg, her bent knee up into his crotch, lifting him up. Three red bands raced from her forehead and around his right hand, steading his control over his whip. His poisoned claws made the ribbons dissolve, but as more ribbon was applied, the harder it was to open his hand.

 

Sesshoumaru rolled to one side in pain. She always went after his crotch. It was something symbolic to her he guessed. He couldn't let the suffering stop him though and he punched her again but with his left. She had not fought him since he had regained use of his other limb. She could not take advantage of him being a cripple anymore.

 

Akane's jaw was broken. She couldn't open her mouth far enough to bite at anything, her poisoned teeth now worthless to her. Instead of rolling away, the practical thing to do, she rolled back at him and planted a shuriken into his rib and twisted. She knew she punctured his lung, she could hear the air sucking in around the tool.

 

Sesshoumaru rolled away and jumped up into another fighting stance. His right hand was covered in a giant mitt of red, his lung oozing blood down his shirt and his crotch hurting. Akane was in worse shape though. When she pulled herself up into a stance, her lower face was hamburger, her mouth drooling acid onto the linoleum floor. She readjusted the darts in her hands so that one came out the top of her fist, the other out of the bottom. She opened her mouth and a fine stream of white shot out at him.

 

The male youkai jumped up high, almost to the ceiling and turned into a speeding tornado at her, the large red mitt shoved into her open mouth and crushing her hard once again into the destruction behind her. One shuriken went into his wrist, the other into his neck at the vein. His punch would not be a killing blow, but her two thrusts into him were meant to drain him dry in time. All she had to do was wait until he weakened.

 

Blood sprayed out everywhere. Crawling back off of her he was disparate to make it stop. She only assaulted him again from her knees, trying to puncture him at the arteries in his groin but missing and catching his thigh. He caught her wrist with his left and twisted her up so that her face pointed away from him, using a pressure point to subdue her. Shaking off the mitt he wrapped her hands up in the thread of his whip. She was bound. “Is that all you have Akane? Your poisons and your stripes are nothing to you now.”

 

She would have told him that in just a few minutes it wouldn't matter. He would be unconscious on the floor from lack of blood, but she couldn't mouth any thing except a harsh gurgle. She suspected he knew that anyway. All she had to do was sit and wait. She tugged on the whip, letting it cut into her balled fists, pulling him down a few inches with it and kicked at his head.

 

Sesshoumaru dodged it easily. She kicked again and again, making him hold on to her tight. The pain in her face hurt really bad, but she would not let into now. Certainly not now. She had him right where she wanted him.

 

The dog youkai fell to his knees behind her, realizing then what she had done. She had played it all out, step by step, so that even if he beat her at first, she would have the last laugh. The room was getting darker and his head was starting to spin. Looking around, he saw his own blood coving the floor in a great red pool. “Akane...you must stop this.”

 

She couldn't speak, but only pulled him tighter to him and kicked at him again.

 

“I'm serious. If you ever loved me. You have to stop,” he pleaded. She only thrashed again.

 

“If not for me...then for Manatsu.”

 

Akane stiffened, the thought of her son overtaking her mind. If there was anything that could get through the haze, it was thoughts of her son. Her one, true weakness. Akane relaxed, her red eyes turning back to pink. She would not kill the father of her son today. Sesshoumaru fell to the side and she was able to release herself from the whip which slowly faded into nothingness. “I love you...Akane,” he said as he faded into black.

 

She stood and rubbed her chin, pushing it into a more comfortable position and wrapping her own head with stripes from her forehead until she looked like a bandaged mummy. She wrapped Sesshoumaru too, licking the blood from the wounds and filling them with bundles of ribbon as a compress before wrapping them completely over. He would not die this day, just suffer great humiliation from being beaten by a girl.

 

Alucard supped on the puddled floor before appearing before her. No since in letting a free meal go to waste. It was a richer taste than hers, like a deep dark spice cake made from real butter and nutmeg. Holding out his gloved hand, he spoke. “Let's go Akane.” She pulled at his jacket and he understood. Taking it off he wrapped her nakedness in it. Hand and hand they left the room and went down the stairs to a Hellsing operations van. Alucard spoke on the phone to Integra for a few minutes, then with gentleness he directed Akane to the back seat of a police like car. “We're going to your flat for a while,” he explained. “I thought you would like to clean up before the debriefing.”

 

Akane nodded her head, though it hurt a lot to do so. She closed her eyes and cuddled into his shoulder as they drove through the streets of town. She knew that by the morning, her jaw would be mended well enough to speak. Right now she just had to get though the next couple of hours.