InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Adding Spice ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Here is the latest installment of Adding Spice! (the long… long awaited one)

 

 

Her eyes were bloodshot from sleep deprivation, and the large purple bags under them didn't look too attractive. It had been a long day and she was exhausted. She didn't want to do anything but collapse. Unfortunately, her job was demanding. It called for her to do what was needed, regardless of what she desired. She was so tired, so very tired. Her eyes were hurting, wanting to be closed. Her limbs weren't agreeing with her. She just wanted to kill what was threatening her team and be done with it.

 

Hefting the Hiraikotsu over her back was difficult, making her stumble just the slightest bit. She inwardly cursed whatever God that had bestowed her with such horrible luck. A fight at two in the morning was not appreciated in the least bit. She'd have to pay back whoever was responsible for this.

 

She could have easily avoided the confrontation with Kurama, and could have got a bit more sleep, if she had just stayed home and not went out walking. She wondered if she had done something awful to someone, and this was karma's way of paying her back. Maybe it was those forty-seven times she hit Miroku with her Hiraikotsu last week. Wait… Miroku was up too, so maybe he was being punished for all the groping he did.

 

She looked over at the Youkai group with envious eyes. They could go days without sleeping, it wasn't a dependency for them as it was for her. She would have growled, but it seemed that Inuyasha had already taken that position. She settled for scowling a bit, letting anger seep in. A little anger would motivate her to be stronger in battle. These people were invading their territory, it would not go unpunished.

 

She looked over at her human companions. They weren't doing so well themselves. Kagome was doing her best to keep herself together, but she was failing miserably. Miroku was standing tall -like always—but you could tell by his face that he was worn. Kohaku, having just been woken up, had horrible bed-head hair and looked as if he would fall asleep standing up. Her heart twisted when she realized that they were one human short.

 

Kikyou was unconscious upstairs, healing. She had been relieved to hear that she would make it. She didn't listen too much else that was said; she didn't care, Kikyou was going to live and that was all that mattered. That fact alone, however, didn't make her feel any better about the upcoming confrontation. She would have been more confident if the older, calmer Higurashi sister was with them.

 

Kagome walked to stand next to her. Sango gave her a look of sympathy. Hugging her friend briefly, she whispered that everything would be okay. If she was concerned about Kikyou, how much more so was Kagome?

 

Her friend gave her a smile. It was the kind of smile that Kagome gave for encouragement. Oh how Sango hated those smiles, those fake little smiles meant to make others happy. Those smiles were the only kind of lies Kagome was capable of.

 

“Do you have your bow and arrows?” she asked her friend.

 

Kagome nodded, and lifted her quiver for Sango to see, “Yep. It's all ready.”

 

“Good, then that's everybody.” She turned to their boss, “Sesshoumaru, we're set.”

 

He didn't look at her, but he nodded. “Soon.”

 

“The hell is `soon' supposed'ta mean?” Inuyasha asked, “You mean we're gonna wait for them to come to us? Damnit Sesshoumaru! There are kids here! Just because you lost yours doesn't mean you have the right…”

 

Inuyasha's speech was halted by Sesshoumaru crushing his windpipe. He was raised a few feet in the air. The glare on their leaders face could have put anyone six-feet-under.

 

Sesshoumaru spoke coldly, “It appears that you cannot use your brain and your mouth at the same time. Never mention Rin—not in, or out—of my presence.” He added more pressure to accentuate his point, “You will not speak of that ever again.”

 

After Inuyasha did the best he could at nodding, he was swiftly tossed to the ground. He growled out a quick `bastard', before brushing himself off and standing. Sesshoumaru's fingers started to glow a light green. The group cringed when a loud crackling sound was heard before Inuyasha was back on the floor, this time with Tokijin pointed at his throat.

 

“One day, I'll kill you. That mouth will only speed up the process.” Sesshoumaru bit out. He sheathed Toukijin, and turned away from Inuyasha.

 

Sango rolled her eyes, they were always fighting. At least that sort of woke her up. For a second she thought that Inuyasha would be getting his tongue cut out. It was only a matter of time until Sesshoumaru ended up seriously damaging him… again. She remembered a time that Sesshoumaru got so angry that he stuck his hand straight through Inuyasha's stomach, now that was not a pretty sight. Those two took sibling rivalry to new heights.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” Miroku broke the silence, “I hate to agree with Inuyasha, but I don't think it's wise to wait for them to come to us. We have children and an injured woman here. We shouldn't take unnecessary risks.”

 

“I know you did not just question this Sesshoumaru.” Sesshoumaru growled.

 

Miroku put his hands up in a peace offering, trying to avoid getting his head getting cut off, “Not at all!”

 

Sango noticed how much irritable Sesshoumaru had been these past few days. They were having an increasingly hard time trying to find Naraku, and it was getting to them all. Of course, they had found plenty of Naraku's puppets and minions, but no Naraku. He always seemed to slip out of their grasp just as soon as they thought they had him.

 

A few months ago, Naraku jumped to a priority on their list. Rin, Sesshoumaru's ward, had been abducted by him. A week later, they had gotten her severed hand dropped off on their doorstep. It was war from then on out.

 

Rin was the only person Sesshoumaru had shown at small amount of kindness to. Nobody was sure why the small homeless girl had caught his attention in the first place, but he had taken her under his wing after he caught sight of her. She must have been only six or seven years old. When it was obvious that she had been killed by Naraku, Sesshoumaru had to be half-purified to keep him from transforming. He had disappeared for days, reappearing in the Goshinboku empty handed.

 

Now they had someone else threatening them. With the added stress of Naraku, nobody was in a good mood. They just wanted to kill something and be done with it.

 

Luckily, there was a knock at the door a few seconds later. Everybody shared a look, and since Kouga was the closest one, he answered the door.

 

The guest looked at Kouga for a second before laughing and calling behind him, “Hey, Kurama, you were right! He did get more messed up than I did!”

 

“Kurama…?” Sango said. She pushed her way past Kouga and the other boy to look at the smiling red-head. “What are you doing here?”

 

The boy that was previously having a glaring contest with Kouga backed up to grin at her. “We're here to collect you, girly.”

 

“Yuusuke, don't be brash.” Kurama warned.

 

He shrugged, “Well, we are. No use lying.”

 

Inuyasha brushed past Kouga to plow into Yuusuke. “The hell is this collecting stuff?”

 

Sango rolled her eyes. She was kept awake for this? Ridiculous. From what Kouga had told her, Kurama was a demon. Yuusuke had a type of attack similar to Kagome's, but different. He couldn't describe how it was different, just that it was. Kouga knew all about power attacks. (Afterall, he'd been hit with enough of them.)

Even with Kurama's demonic powers and Yuusuke's power, the two alone wouldn't be a match for the eight of them. She would have laughed had she had the energy.

 

Sango grew bored of Inuyasha's grilling of Yuusuke for information, so her eyes wandered elsewhere. She saw Sesshoumaru looking up in the Goshinboku with a bored expression on his face. His mouth was moving, but she couldn't hear him talking.

 

Kurama walked over to her, “It seems he has found Hiei.”

 

Sango brought her Hiraikotsu up, “What are you?”

 

“A puppet of Reikai.” He shrugged, “I'm not too sure myself.”

 

She glared at him, “That isn't what I meant. Are you an enemy or an ally?”

 

He fidgeted with the hair in the back of his head, “Neither. I'm just doing my job.”

 

“What is your job?” she asked.

 

“You could say I'm the assistant of a Spirit Detective, Yuusuke. Or at least it used to be that way, it'll change soon, he's not getting any younger. I'm not hindered by such limitations.” He told her.

 

“You're twisting my words. You know what I meant.”

 

“Very well,” Kurama sighed, “As Yuusuke said, we're here to collect you. Your group has been causing nothing but trouble for some time now, and Reikai wants to put a stop to it.”

 

“Causing nothing but trouble?” Sango asked, “We've been the ones fixing the trouble!”

 

“Not by our accounts. You should do yourself a favor and come quietly. It will make everybody's life a lot easier, you know.” He pulled out a rose from his hair.

 

“A rose?” she sighed, “I really wish people would stop giving me roses! I like lilies.”

 

“Nice to know,” Kurama said, “But I'm not giving you this rose. You have a weapon, its only fair for me to have my own.”

 

“You're going to fight me with a rose?” she raised an eyebrow.

 

Her head turned when she heard Inuyasha's snickering. He had dropped Yuusuke when a more interesting scene started taking place. Because of his move, everybody was now watching them. With the exception of Sesshoumaru, who was still talking to… Hiei? What was a Hiei?

 

“That's the most original weapon I've ever seen,” Inuyasha snickered again, “But I doubt it's going to do you any good.”

 

“Hey, he could kick my ass with that rose!” Yuusuke defended his friend, barely noticing he was insulting himself in the same breath.

 

Ayame, who had been uncharacteristically quiet up until then, said, “I've heard of that type of weapon before… You wouldn't be Youko?!”

 

Kagome, Miroku, and Kohaku stood behind them, completely lost.

 

“Who's Youko?” Kagome asked.

 

Kouga growled, “Impossible, Youko's been dead for years. He was caught by a hunter in the Makai.”

 

Kurama looked at them briefly, “You are mistaken, I was not killed, I merely transferred myself into a suitable human body to preserve my own life.”

 

Sango's eyes widened, “You're an avatar?”

 

Kurama turned to smile at her, “You've heard of this before?”

 

Sango didn't answer him. Becoming an avatar was tricky business. The soul has to stay `alive' long enough to find a suitable body to live in until the time was right to return to their own body. As with a heart, the body could reject the intruding soul, thus killing both the host and the intruder. If he could manage to stay away from `Grim Reapers' long enough to find a host, and stay inside the host, she had vastly underestimated him.

 

“Sango, whilst thou spar with me?” Kurama asked with a grin.

 

“Don't think you can get me to fight with Old English.”

 

“I know how to treat a lady, it's rude to just attack without fair warning to those of such delicacy.”

 

Before she could retort, the clashing of metal made her look towards the Goshinboku. What she saw made her already hurting eyes want to fall out of her sockets. A white blur, which she had come to know was Sesshoumaru, was battling a smaller black blur. The ringing of metal constantly meeting metal made her head spin. She put her hands up to her ears to try to block out the sound, she squeezed her eyes shut. All would have been well, but a hand grasped her wrists, pulling them from her. They didn't release her.

 

“Tsk, Tsk.” Kurama teased, “You know, that's one of the worst things you can do.”

 

Sango's head was still hurting. “Huh?” was her ever intelligent response.

“Turning away from your opponent, Sango.” He shifted her wrists to one of his hands. Using his now free hand, he quickly wrapped a vine around her imprisoned wrists.

 

He let her go, watching as the spell on the vine began to take affect. “You should be feeling a bit drowsy…” Was the last thing Sango heard before losing her consciousness.

 

`One down' Kurama thought to himself. `Six to go; the two wolves, the three humans, the dog.'

 

Kagome ran over to Sango, “What did you do to her?!”

 

“You all are making this far too easy.” He looked over at his partner, “Yuusuke, now!”

 

Yuusuke jumped away and put a mask on his face just as Kurama released yellow powder into the air. “Won't do much good against demons, but…”

 

“Humans have a weakness to that stuff!” Yuusuke finished, “Sleeping toxin. Not too deadly in small amounts.”

 

Inuyasha stumbled to keep his balance, his half human side was fighting it. `I've had enough with powder to last me a lifetime! First Kikyou and now…!'

 

“I'm going to kill you!” Inuyasha shouted at Kurama while his human friends fell asleep at his feet. He brought Tetsusaiga up to make an attack, “Wind scaaa….”

 

A blue blast hit his sword, knocking it from his hands. He turned to the source and growled.

 

Yuusuke had his hands mimicking a gun, “No way, puppy. The wolf wasn't much of a challenge, but you seem like the sort of type that might be.”

 

He changed his hand positions, one hand was in a fist, the other was wrapped around the opposite wrist. “I got a girl waitin' for me at home, let's make this quick… Shotgun!!”

 

A blast of blue `bullets' came from his arm, knocking Kouga and Ayame out. Inuyasha jumped just in time to avoid most of the blows, blocking the rest of them with his fire-rat robe. How could they have been defeated so easily? They outnumbered the othersat least fourfold. It didn't make any sense!

 

Inuyasha was still stumbling from that obnoxious powder in the air. He fought it off the best he could, refusing to submit to it. Without the Tetsusaiga, his demon blood was fighting for dominance. It was trying to protect itself. He had to save his group, his pack. He couldn't fight it anymore. Jagged purple lines appeared on his face, his sight clouded over in a red haze. He could feel the pain of his teeth and claws growing. He felt himself growling, but couldn't hear it over the blood pumping in his ears and the ever-present sword fighting behind him.

 

He saw his opponent coming closer, but since the boys legs weren't moving, it was obviously himself rushing towards the unsuspecting fool. This nuisance had took out two of his pack in front of his eyes, he was going to kill him. He would rip and tear every bit of him apart. Inuyasha was scared of these thoughts, but couldn't help them flooding in. He wasn't in control of anything when his demon side one over. He hated how it separated his very being, such as on his human nights. But this wasn't the time for such thoughts, because he had just gotten blasted with a very powerful attack.

 

He couldn't see it, neither could his Youkai. It was powerful, and it hurt. Why couldn't he see it? His red sight saw the boy with his arms up in the same gun position it was before. His arms were moving with the force of shooting off an unseen attack. The boy's lips were moving, yelling, by the looks of it.

 

He could smell the human's blood He felt the warm sticky liquid on his hands. He had sliced at the boy and broke skin. If he felt it right, he broke a lot of skin, and deeply. If he were in control of his body, he would have vomited. Instead, he grinned. Just inches away from his fingers, lay the boys beating heart. He only had to dig just a bit deeper. Only a little bit further in…!

 

He was thrust back so fast he didn't even know what hit him. There were a lot of sharp things digging in, in a clean circle around his torso. Something was wrapped around him, and it was only wrapping itself tighter and tighter, almost cutting off his breath. Good thing Youkai didn't need to breathe.

 

His claws cut clean through the thorn-vine. It registered in the still thinking part of him that it would have been green, but all he could see was red. Solid red color dark red outlines, and much to his delight, the blood red color of the liquid staining his hands.

 

He slashed in the direction of the torn-wielder. He felt his mouth moving, and his voice forming words, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. The demon was completely in control now, even to the point that it was speaking for itself. This was far too dangerous, he had to get out of this!

 

He slashed again, aiming for the thorn-wielders neck. He missed, coming in contact instead with a fine soft substance. It fell at the thorn-wielders feet. He didn't pay any attention to it, noticing only that there was something different about the fox, but not placing it.

 

Again he was shot at from the side by an unseen attack. Didn't that boy realize that those damn attacks hurt? That boy shouldn't be able to move after having Inuyasha's hand so far in his chest. So the boy was powerful, what a coincidence, so was he. Maybe this time he'd show the boy who was better by succeeding in ripping out the boy's heart.

 

He hated himself. He wanted things he didn't want. He enjoyed things he didn't enjoy. He wanted to kill, but he didn't. He was powerless to his youkai, and couldn't do a damn thing about it. It was aggravating. He had to suffer through it, having a double personality, a triple if you counted his human side. He didn't let his youkai in control much often, and he was very quickly reminded just why.

While he was fighting himself, the thorn-weilder wrapped his thorn-vine around Inuyasha's neck, threatening to cut his head clean off. Inuyasha struggled against it, but couldn't get a hold of it. If he sliced through the vine and underestimated his own strength, he could seriously damage himself. Not that his youkai cared. He just couldn't get a good grip on it. He still felt the constant punches of the unseen attack. The thought crossed his mind that they were trying to kill him now. Another was that they would succeed.

 

His red-sight changed to black. Either he had closed his eyes, or he was finally dead. A second later and all he could see was white. His eyes focused and looked up at Sesshoumaru, who held the thorn-wielder's vine in his one of his hands, and a bloody Toukijin in the other.

 

He could see the thorn-wielder clearly now. The red-haired Kitsune was on his knees, bowing to the Dog Prince. The boy was out cold, having passed out from blood-loss. Inuyasha noticed the huge hole in the boy's chest with disgust. He had almost taken his heart. He had wanted to take the boy's heart. He shuddered violently, and finally gave into his impulse to release everything in his stomach.

 

Regaining his composure, he looked at the Kitsune, finally placing what was off. His shirt for one, had been sliced clean off his body. Three claw marks had made its way on his chest. He looked a little higher, a bruised jaw. A little to the left and…

 

He was going to die of laughter. That beautiful hair of Kuramas had just gotten a lovely little cut. The red hair that was formerly down to his mid-back was now at his shoulders. That explains the silky texture and the pure rage from the thorn-wielder. Poor guy. Inuyasha pitied him. It was hard keeping hair as long as his, he would be enraged had some of it managed to… disengage itself. He chuckled a little more when the Kitsune growled at him.

 

Sesshoumaru pointed at the Goshinboku, where a defeated Hiei was crumpled against the tree. Inuyasha could see that he was breathing, so Sesshoumaru must have been feeling generous tonight. That was how you looked at it though. Sesshoumaru was the Prince of the Dogs, the leader of the Western Provinces in the Makai. If Makai rules were followed properly, which they always were with Sesshoumaru, that black-clad demon would be having a rather rude awakening.

 

“Gather your friend,” he told Kurama, “Tell your employer that this was a failed mission, detective. I'm sure that Enma knows the rules of the Makai. The Koorime's life was spared by this Sesshoumaru, his life now belongs to this Sesshoumaru. Such is yours as well.”

 

Kurama nodded.

 

“Do not forget Kitsune. Had you not tried to end the life that was mine to end, you would have been spared of this fate. I could have easily disposed of you, Kitsune, but I decided to make things a bit more interesting.”

 

Kurama pulled out a purple…make-up container? He opened it, “Botan, I need a portal, and a healer as soon as we get there.” He closed it without another word. He walked over to get Hiei, and then stood next to the unconscious Yuusuke. He was growling, clearly showing he was unhappy about the recent turn of events.

 

A cheery ferry-girl showed up and rushed the three into the portal, then disappeared without a trace.

 

“Get the pack inside.” Sesshoumaru told his brother, then he walked into the house.

Inuyasha wasn't too sure what had happened. From what he pieced together, he must have fainted. During that time, Sesshoumaru must have finished up. Obviously he had defeated both Hiei and Kurama. Why he kept them alive was a mystery to him.

 

Under Makai law, it was a life for a life. If one had saved your life, you would be in their debt. If one could have killed you, would have killed you, but didn't, the same would apply.

 

He went to his task of carrying the injured into the house, thinking one thought and chuckling to himself.

 

`Sesshoumaru is a sadistic bastard.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was so much fun writing Inuyasha in demon form! : ) I just got so into it that I couldn't bring myself to stop anytime soon. I think I might have been seeing red for a little while there too, still might be. Even if the others go down in seconds, Inuyasha is tough-stuff, fights until he can't. I'm trying to keep this story true to everybody's character.

 

Sorry that this took so long. I pictured the fight a lot differently, but I couldn't manage to put it into words, so I changed it around and it became something entirely different. I know that the whole Sango-Kurama is really hard to see at this point (I can't help it. I'm not of a SanKur writer, yeah I know `excuses, excuses') oh, sorry kurama fans! (I'm just cutting everybody's hair lately. :D

 

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