InuYasha Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Cracking Utopia ❯ Chapter 5

Chapter Five

 

 

Inuyasha looked around the dingy room, his lips curled in disgust. The confined space was covered in a fine sheen of grit and grime, looking as if it hadn't been cleaned in decades. For a brief moment, he considered sleeping outside for the night.

 

`And what about keeping out of view?'

 

He sighed, knowing that this was the best solution, despite the less than appealing appearance. He threw his bag in a corner and sat down on the edge of the small bed, which looked suspiciously like a cot.

 

After managing to give those two demons the slip, he'd grabbed his stuff from the underground bunker and headed for the nearest town, stumbling upon this shithole of a motel. He knew it was only a matter of time before the other two demons came looking for him, but at least he was relatively secure for the night. What the hell did they want from him? Were they spies for the Demon Alliance? He sighed and looked up at the watermarked ceiling, plotting his next move.

 

The farther away from California he got, the better off he'd be until he was ready to confront Sesshomaru and Naraku. It was there that they'd set up the Demon Alliance, the epicenter of all that was evil. It was going to be slow trekking on foot, unless he got in touch with Kouga, who had contacts in the demon black market. Anything Inuyasha needed, Kouga would know how to get.

 

First thing in the morning, he would give the mangy wolf a call. Maybe he'd head south…or better yet, maybe he should head east. As he thought of the possibilities, he got up and went to check the small bathroom attached to the room. As expected, the bathroom was no better than the rest of the room. Not only was there an unbearable stench permeating throughout the small room, there were also suspicious-looking dark brown stains on the toilet and tile floor.

 

“Fucking great,” he mumbled with a shake of his head. He was paying eighty bucks for this shit?! He knew threatening the owner would do no good; lodgings were scarce and demons did what they had to do to survive, even if that meant ripping other demons off.

 

The thought of sleeping here made him shudder. After giving it some serious thought, he had to give in to the demands of his tired body. The training plus his hurried getaway had left him completely exhausted and drained.

 

Collapsing down on the bed, he blocked out the musty smell that clung to the bed sheets, instead calling forth that elusive tendril of sleep that seemed to beckon him from the edge of consciousness. As he felt himself being pulled into the black void that was sleep, a stray thought haunted him.

 

`She'll be waiting for you there.'

 

~*~

 

“K says Agents Hakkai and Goku will meet up with us this afternoon near the Death Plains.” Miroku announced. Kagome nodded before returning her attention back to Sanzo. They had switched duties with Miroku and Sango after crossing what used to be Kentucky into the desolation that was Illinois. Whole cities had been decimated, leaving behind skeletal frames here and there.

 

Kagome kept up with navigation while Sanzo guided the vehicle over the uneven highway.

 

“So we're meeting up with those idiots, huh?” He snorted. Kagome leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes briefly. “They're not so bad, Sanzo,” she reasoned. True, Goku was a little childish at times and Hakkai could be maddeningly agreeable when faced with adversity, but when it came down to it, the two were formidable when they had a job to do. They were two of the best field agents Elite had to offer.

 

Sanzo shrugged, reaching for the pack of cigarettes he'd stashed on the dashboard. “Yeah, well, you wouldn't think so after spending weeks on end with them.” He muttered, shoving one slender stick between his lips and lighting the tip with a match. He was referring to the undercover mission he'd been on with the two a few months back. They'd been assigned to track and capture one particularly nasty demon with a penchant for eating little children. Once they'd returned from the mission, Sanzo had let K know in no uncertain terms that he refused to ever be paired with the two demons again.

 

Kagome smiled and studied him. “You know, Sanzo, I think you actually enjoyed going on that mission with Hakkai and Goku,” she teased. Sanzo gave her a look that said “Are you kidding me?” She nodded her head knowingly. “You can deny it all you want, but I think you bonded with them.”

 

Sanzo remained mute, a scowl on his face. Kagome glanced back at Miroku and Sango. The two seemed to be engaged in a heated discussion of sorts. All Kagome could make out were the words “flirt” and “asshole”.

 

“So this guy that K says Hakkai and Goku have been trailing, do you think it's him?” Sanzo asked, glancing over at her. Kagome frowned, biting her lower lip. “It sounds a little far-fetched,” she responded honestly. “I mean, the description doesn't even mesh with Sesshomaru's. To be perfectly frank, I think we're chasing a pipe dream here.”

 

“Yeah, well, Hakkai and Goku seem to think there's something there,” Sanzo said. Kagome sighed and looked out at the bleak landscape, her thoughts turning to the notorious demon lord. If he really did have a brother, what had happened between the two of them to cause one to go on the run? The question stuck in her mind, demanding an answer.

 

Sanzo looked over at his dark-haired companion, noticing her thoughtful expression. He left her to her thoughts, finding himself gazing at her profile. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, a perfect contrast to her ivory skin.

 

Taking a long drag from the cigarette, he clutched the steering wheel tightly, annoyed by his thoughts. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, thinking about Kagome. And not in friend sort of way, either. He'd always had sort of a thing for her, even when they were kids, but now, it went deeper than that. If he didn't know any better, he'd call it

lov -

 

“Sanzo, did you hear me?”

 

“Hmm?” He glanced at her, his thoughts dispelling. She cocked her head and asked, “What were you thinking about?” He gave a noncommittal shrug.

 

“Nothing,” he responded vaguely. Kagome dismissed his behavior as usual Sanzo-ness and repeated her question. “What do you think could've happened between Sesshomaru and his brother to make them enemies?”

 

Sanzo thought about the question for a few moments before replying, “Maybe they just never got along. That sort of thing happens a lot between siblings, especially when they have to compete with each other. Anyway,” he said, “like you said, this whole thing is probably some rumor that doesn't hold a shred of truth.”

 

“Yeah,” Kagome responded absent-mindedly. For some reason, she was curious to know what had driven the two brothers apart.

 

~*~

 

His mind was restless. He'd woken up in the early hours of the morning, just as the sky was beginning to take on a gray tint that signaled night would soon fade. He rose from behind the desk in his study and walked out to the adjoining balcony, looking out over the grounds.

 

A few demons were situated in various positions, keeping guard. It wasn't necessary to have them; no demon would dare step foot on these grounds unless invited. But it was better to be safe than sorry.

 

A million thoughts raced through his head, giving him a slight headache. Demons were losing faith in the Demon Alliance. He heard the whispers; he knew what they were saying. They were tired of fighting only to be defeated. They didn't have nearly enough troops to fight another war.

 

A slight grimace marred his faultless features. It didn't help that Naraku and that wind bitch Kagura plotted against him at every turn. They thought he didn't know, but he knew everything that happened in his domain. They would be dealt with, but for the time being, he still needed their services.

 

Turning sharply on his heel, he made his way through the darkened halls and up the main staircase until he reached his bedroom. Closing the door softly behind him, he shrugged the white silk robe from his shoulders and climbed onto the king-sized bed.

 

The sheets rustled as the figure already lying in the bed stirred.

 

“Sesshomaru?” A voice said softly in the darkness. He turned on his side, reaching out to bring the body closer to his own. He could see her cinnamon orbs sparkling up at him in the darkness, questioning. He leaned in and nipped at her lower lip, his tongue darting out to tease the corners of her mouth.

 

Her body melted against his own, her hands placed lightly on his chest. He knew that she wondered what was on his mind, but for the moment, he wanted to get lost in her, to feed the need that the mere sight of her awakened in him.

 

A sense of urgency overtook him and he quickly deepened the kiss, rolling her over so that he was looking down at her. He could smell her arousal, the scent like a heady aphrodisiac that went straight to his groin. With a low growl, he ripped the soft pink camisole from her body, letting his eyes roam hungrily over her smooth curves.

 

She shuddered under his gaze, her eyes pleading. He teased her, bucking his hips forward so that she could feel him.

 

“Sesshomaru…” she breathed in a soft whimper. A small smile graced his lips as he cocked his head. “What is it that you want, priestess?”

 

She looked up at him boldly, her eyes flashing. “You, Sesshomaru.”

 

His eyes gleamed as he took her, all thoughts of betrayal leaving his mind. The only thing that mattered right now was him and Kikyo.

 

~*~