InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Tourcher ( Chapter 49 )

Chapter Forty-Nine:

Tourcher

"You know my son?" InuTaisho asked, "Where is he? Is he here?"

Kagome nodded, still shocked to be conversing with Sesshomaru's father. Sesshomaru's supposedly deceased father. Shusui had told her about the bad blood between the two. She could not even begin to imagine what Sesshomaru would say, let alone what he would do when he found out that the dead father he had hated for so many years was alive. He was not anything like she had imagined. She had thought he'd be like Sesshomaru.

Cold, domineering and patronizing. Looking at his warm amber eyes and concerned face, he didn't seem that way at all. It was a bit of a surprise to think that someone with eyes as kind looking as those had done something as cruel as Shusui had said, however, she knew for a fact that appearances could be deceiving.

InuTaisho took a step towards her.

"Where is he?" he asked again.

Ensei moved in front of her.

"He is above ground, my Lord,"

"How do I get out of here?"

"You may follow us out,"

InuTaisho nodded his head in agreement.

"Come on my, Lady," Ensei said grabbing her hand in his and heading towards the way they had come.

As they entered the room where the amulet had been, Kagome took the lead, looking for a loose rock. As she looked, General Ensei took the time to ask questions of InuTaisho.

"My Lord, how did you end up down here?" he asked.

"I know not how I came to be imprisoned down here. The last thing I remember is leaving the castle in search of the Evil Six. I received information about the amulets. I found one and sent it back to InuTaisho for safe keepeng and went in search of the others. I remember nothing else beyond that,"

Kagome pushed in the stone; the wall sprang up into the ceiling.

"Come, my Lord," Ensei instructed headed towards Kagome.

They made it back to the mansion with no mishaps. The skeletons that had chased them were no longer there. As they traveled down the hall, InuTaisho stared in shock at the bodies that littered the floor. Looking at the tortured way in which they had died, it was safe for him to assume that this was the doing of one of the members of the Evil Six.

As they excited the building, InuTaisho took in a breath of fresh air. It had been so long since he had been outside. How long had he been in that prison? He wondered.

"I win asshole!" said a voice.

"Hell no! I got to fifty well before you ever got to ten!" said another voice.

InuTaisho felt his heart speed up as his eyes searched for the owner of the first voice. Silver hair filled his sight. InuYasha stood a few feet away arguing with another male.

"InuYasha," he said.

Pointed ears twitching, InuYasha turned to see who had called his name. His golden eyes widened in shock. Either he had taken too many hits to the head, or his father was standing a few feet away from him. InuTaisho walked down the rickety wooden steps and began to walk towards him.

InuYasha's eyes softened.

"Old man," he said sheathing his sword.

InuYasha moved towards him, hopeng, praying that this wasn't just some illusion or trick. The two stood face to face.

Reaching out, InuTaisho embraced the younger male.

"InuYasha…..my son…."

"Dad," InuYasha said pulling back, "What's going on? How-"

"We will speak of this later," he said looking around for Sesshomaru.

Hearing a distant crash, InuTaisho and the group turned to see a large white skeleton tumbling over.

"That must be him," Kagome said.

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Sesshomaru leapt backwards, landing on a nearby tree branch. Tourcher landed a few feet away atop the mansion roof.

"When you die, I will scatter you all across Japan," Tourcher hissed, "There won't be anything left of you!"

Leapeng forward he attacked. Sesshomaru dodged, landing on the roof of the mansion as Tourcher slashed through the tree branch. Quick on his feet, Tourcher changed direction in mid air, going after Sesshomaru with a crazed look in his eyes. Sesshomaru held his sword up defensively as Tourcher swung his sword down hard. The sound of metal hitting metal echoed, the roof below Sesshomaru's feet began to crack.

Rearing back, Sesshomaru drove his fist into his face. As Tourcher went flying, Sesshomaru leapt from the roof as it caved in, landing in a nearby clearing. Tourcher was on him in an instant, bringing his sword down over and over in a rage fueled furry.

Sesshomaru blocked each thrust.

Pushing him back, Sesshomaru retreated a few feet. As Tourcher stumbled back, Sesshomaru thrust his sword, slicing vertically through the air. Blue energy erupted from the sword, tearing through the ground in Tourcher's direction.

Graspeng his sword, Tourcher sliced through the energy, raising his sword just in time to fend off another of Sesshomaru's attacks. The two swords clashed, both pushing their weight on the blades in hopes of gaining the advantage over the other.

"Rabid dog shit," Tourcher growled.

Sesshomaru said nothing as he pushed his own sword forward, successfully pushing him back. Tourcher retreated, landing on his feet. His eyes gleamed, his energy spiking.

"I won't rest until I see your putrid blood spilled on this ground," he snarled as the wind began to pick up around him.

Sesshomaru smirked.

Tourcher's eyes widened in fury, his body shaking with rage.

"You would dare laugh?" he growled, his eyes bleeding red.

"Aye, this Sesshomaru would dare," Sesshomaru said, his smirk widening, "You are….amusing,"

Energy exploded from him. With an animalistic roar, Tourcher slammed his fists into the ground. The ground shook, a deep hole forming. Tourcher leapt into the hole, only to resurface one more on the shoulder of a large skeleton. It was as large as Sesshomaru in his true form. This skeleton was different than his mini skeleton brethren. Chunks of bloody flesh still clung to the ivory bones, its face disfigured and droopeng.

Tourcher stood on its shoulder, his eyes gleaming wildly, a crazed smirk on his face.

"Kill him!" he shouted at the beast, his body glowing black.

The creature roared, its own body tinting black. Shifting its large body clumsily, the skeleton slammed his fist down, aiming to crush Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru dodged and dodged again as the large bony fist slammed down again and again, shaking the very earth.

Sesshomaru landed gracefully on a boulder.

With a crack, the skeleton's mouth opened. Black energy formed in the depths of its mouth, compressing into a large ball of energy.

Sesshomaru leapt from his place on the boulder as the energy was released in a black beam. The beam slashed across the boulder and beyond, leaving in its wake a blazing trail of black fire. Tourcher looked around for Sesshomaru. There was no sight of him. He growled, his hand lashing out.

"Find him!" he yelled at the beast angrily, striking the beast on the side of the face.

The beast howled, its beady red eyes scanning the area. A flash of light caught both their attention. The beast raised its arm in defense against the blue light of energy that blazed a trail right towards him. The beast howled again in pain, absorbing the blow. As the energy died down and the smoke cleared, the beast turned in the direction from where the attack had come.

Sesshomaru stood a few feet away.

The skeleton attacked, its dagger like fingers lashing out. Sesshomaru dodged easily, sidesteppeng the beast. Sesshomaru took off at lightning speed. Stoppeng behind the creature, he raised his hand. Poison pumped through his veins and up to his claw tips. Sesshomaru splashed the green liquid onto the legs of the skeleton. The green liquid sizzled, quickly eating through bone and continuing up the bony leg. The creature howled pitifully as it went down. Tourcher growled in anger as he jumped from the shoulder of the falling beast.

The beast fell to the ground, shaking the entire ground, turning up a cloud of dirt as it landed. The skeleton howled as the poison travel quickly up his leg, liquefying him as it climbed up his body. Falling back to earth Tourcher watched as the skeleton was reduced to a large puddle of white liquid in seconds.

With his mind distracted, Sesshomaru saw his chance.

He made his move. He leapt upward. Tourcher's eyes widened in surprise as Sesshomaru appeared behind him. Grabbing him around the neck, Sesshomaru cut off his windpipe.

"Now the torture will begin," he said as he slowly pushed his hand through the captured male's back.

He could feel his hand burning through his body, tearing at organs, rippeng veins and vessels. Tourcher screamed in pain as the scent of singed flesh made it way into his nose. Sesshomaru's hand ruptured from his chest. Heat radiated from the bloody hand. Removing his hand, Sesshomaru leapt away from him, landing gracefully on his feet.

Tourcher hit the ground with bone crushing impact. Sesshomaru approached the fallen male.

"Tourcher is your chosen name. You will die by your namesake," he said standing over him, acid pumpeng to his claws.

Tourcher stared up at Sesshomaru, his hatred shinning through his eyes. He couldn't move his body.

"Do not fear, you will regain control of your body soon, the poison coursing through you blood is temporary, however, it will matter not. You will be in far too much pain to move,"

Sesshomaru knelt down in the dirt next to Tourcher.

Tourcher felt his heart accelerate as Sesshomaru reached out, his hand glowing green. With one green claw, he began to cut away his kimono, leaving him bare-chested. His hand moved again, this time, claws tearing into flesh. Tourcher screamed in pain. Sesshomaru ignored him, his face completely emotionless as he removed his acid burning finger and picked a new spot to tear away. As a new wound was opened, Tourcher's mind shied away from the pain, retreating inwardly. Instead he concentrated on one of his fondest memories….

"This is my bunny, Peepers," the little girls said to him pointing at the small pen.

Jatai looked into the enclosure. A small baby rabbit hopped around from corner to corner of the pen.

"May I pet him?" Jatai asked.

The little girl looked at him hesitantly. It was not so strange a look for him to receive. Many a child and even adult looked at him that way. He was no older than eleven years old, but to the villagers, he was the weirdest ten year old they had in their village.

He was oddly composed and detached, showing little to no emotion.

He wore only the finest, cleanest, silkiest clothing, though no one seemed to know where and how he obtained it, not even his father.

His father, Genshiki often took the clothing from the boy and sold the clothing for food or profit, however, Jatai would just go out one day and return with more. Now his father didn't even bother taking them from him. But if that was not strange enough, rumor had it that everything the boy touched turned up dead sooner or later.

Mari was not a little girl that listened to rumors or judged people out right, but even she had to admit that something about this little boy just was not right. His cold, piercing blue eyes scared her the most. They seemed so….empty and bottomless. And yet there seemed to be something in those depths, something she did not want to contemplate.

Shaking the feeling off she nodded.

"Okay, just be careful with him," Mari said.

Jatai nodded. Reaching out, he picked up the small little rabbit from its pen. Holding the little fur ball against his chest, he ran his fingers over the soft fur. He could feel the fragile little bones inside the warm bunny. The small animal squirmed in his grip.

Jatai looked down coldly at the rabbit.

"I'll be right back, I have some carrots you can feed him," she said.

Jatai said nothing as she turned and walked away. Jatai could not help but smile down at the little bunny as it sniffed at his hand. He wondered for the tenth time why that Mari girl wanted to be friends with him. He was sure she had heard about him from others, and yet every day she continued to follow him about, chatting about this and that; speaking to him even if he didn't speak back.

She was a strange one.

He shrugged.

She would learn soon enough that even the most far fetched rumor held some bit of truth.

His gaze returned to the rabbit. Picking it up by the ears, he lifted it up. The small animal squirmed, wiggling its body, trying to get free. With a flick of his wrist, he slammed the rabbit against the barn wall; hard enough to stun but not hard enough to kill.

The rabbit went limp in his grip, its dark beady eyes wide, and its chest rising and falling quickly.

Scanning the small shed of a barn, his eyes locked on a tool box. Walking over to the box, bunny in hand, he knelt down and rummaged inside. Picking out two large nails and a hammer, he closed the box again.

Holding the rabbit up with one ear, he laid the ear against the barn wall. Placing one of the nails against the rabbit's ear, he slammed the nail through the ear and wall. The rabbit squealed, it body jerking. Grabbing the other nail, Jatai did the same to the other furry ear.

Moving away, he surveyed his work. The rabbit was barely alive, its little heartbeat beginning to slow.

Going back to the tool box, he picked up more nails and walked back over to the rabbit. Holding one nail against the rabbit's knee, he hammered over and over, driving the nail through skin, muscle, bone, all the way through to the wooden barn wall.

The rabbit convulsed.

Picking up another nail, he placed it onto the other knee, hammered it through before working his way to the arms and paws. The rabbit's heartbeat slowed to a faint pulsing. Turning to the tool box again, he reached in and picked out a long, thick nail and placed it on the forehead of the dying animal.

With one strong, sure pound, he hammered the nail through. Crimson blood squirted, staining his expensive clothing and face. The rabbit's body trembled a few seconds, blood oozed from the nail wounds, staining the pure white fur and dripping onto the floor in a dark crimson pool.

Jatai ran a finger along the soft, blood stained belly of the rabbit as it took its last breath. A sound from behind him drew his attention. Hands bloody, he turned to face Mari.

She stood trembling, the carrot lying forgotten on the floor. Jatai walked calmly over to the terrified girl, drawing her into the barn with a firm grip before shutting the door behind them, bathing them in darkness.

In the dark, he could see all.

Grabbing Mari around the throat, he lifted the little girl up and off her feet. Mari struggled, kick her feet against his stomach and chest, her nails digging into his forearm.

Squeezing his hands around her neck, careful not to kill her, he felt bone give way. With a loud snap, her body went limp in his hand. He could hear her struggling to breathe. Dropping her to the ground, he went over to the tool box and picked six large nails before going back over to the paralyzed girl. Mouth agape; she could not move her lips to form a single word.

"This happens to be your own fault, you know," he said gazing into her dark brown eyes.

Reaching out, he smoothed back her light brown hair. Picking up one nail, he placed the tip into the palm of her hand.

"You should be flattered. You'll be the first person I kill. I've only killed animals until now. Do you not feel honored?" he asked picking up the hammer.

Mari's brown eyes widened in horror as he raised the hammer high above his head and brought it down onto the nail over and over, driving it through to the ground. Pain ripped through her small paralyzed body, spots danced before her eyes. Her whole body was screaming in pain. Screaming in the way she could not.

Her body convulsed.

Jatai picked up another nail and nailed through her other hand. Mari's mouth opened and yet nothing came out. Over and over in her mind she called for her mother, but she knew as well as Jatai that her mother was not coming for her, neither was anyone else for that matter. Mari's mother had forbidden her to play with Jatai because of the rumors. Mari had told her mother she promised to stay away from him.

This morning however, after both her parents had left to work in the city, she had snuck off to find Jatai to play and eventually brought him back home to see her new baby rabbit, knowing her parents wouldn't be home from work for hours. No one knew Jatai had come back to her house. Mari closed her eyes, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"I've fought this for a while, you know," he said driving another nail into her knee, "But I just can't seem to stop myself. I feel the need to hurt others as much as I hurt every single day,"

Blood began to pool around her body. Mari willed her paralyzed body to move. To no avail, her body just simply could not obey. Again she called for her mother.

"It is his fault too you know, my father. He hurts me the way I hurt the animals. He hurts me in other ways as well,"

Mari could barely understand what he was saying to her. She was beginning to fade. Numbness began to overtake her body. She could no longer feel the pain of the nails.

"Do you think for a moment that I wouldn't make someone pay for what happens to me?" he asked.

Reaching up, he gently slapped her face. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Someone has to pay. Fair is fair, ne?"

He shrugged.

"Whether you agree or not, someone will pay. Everyone will pay,"

Jatai leaned in close to her ear.

"Your mother will pay…your father will pay…" he whispered.

Her eyes widened, more tears leaking from their depths. Coldness spread throughout her limbs, she felt so far away from everyone and everything. Jatai sat watching her eyes as they glazed over. Laying his head on her little chest, he listened to the heat beat dim and finally fade out.

Standing, he walked over to the barn door, marveling at how good that had felt. He looked back at the little body, a smile working its way to his lips.

Mari.

He would remember her always as his first. Opening the door, he came face to face with a tall male with piercing crimson eyes and long dark hair.

Jatai stood looking at the male, wondering who the hell he was and why the hell he was here. Crimson eyes wandered over to the gory scene behind him. To Jatai's surprise, the man lips curled up into a smile. Their eyes met. Jatai's eyes widened. Those eyes, what he saw in them made even him feel a twang of apprehension. He wanted what was in those eyes to be in his own. He wanted to be like this male standing in front of him.

"Come, Tourcher," the male said as he turned and walked away from the barn.

As if in a trance, as if he just could not help himself, Tourcher followed….

Pain brought him crashing back to reality. He clenched his teeth as the acid from Sesshomaru's claws began to eat away at his insides. Opening on eye, he glared up at the arrogant bastard down at him.

"This poison will eat away at your body, liquefying you in a matter of minutes. Before you are sent to eternal damnation, this Sesshomaru suggests you try and pray for your wretched soul," Sesshomaru advised with a smirk.

Tourcher growled, his body convulsing involuntarily. He would not leave this earth until he had hurt that bastard. He could not just die here and-

"Sesshomaru!" a voice called in the distance.

Both turned to see Kagome running towards them, a group of males behind her. Sesshomaru's eyes widened as the group stopped before them. Shocked amber eyes met concern amber eyes.

"Father," Sesshomaru said softly.

InuTaisho was not as confident in going up and embracing Sesshomaru as he had been about hugging InuYasha. Pride swelled in his chest none the less. His son looked so much like him; it was like looking in a mirror. InuTaisho took a step closer.

Sesshomaru's eyes changed in seconds, shock giving way to a frostbiting coldness.

InuTaisho stopped.

Old wounds were ripped anew at the look his son was giving him. The words he read in those depths stabbing through his heart.

Why the hell hadn't he stayed dead?

He heard those words almost as if his elder son had spoken them.

"Sesshomaru," he started, not sure what to say.

It pained him to know that his son had stilled hated him even though he had thought he was dead.

"Why are you here?" Sesshomaru hissed.

Kagome was taken aback. Sesshomaru rarely showed disdain verbally. Through certain looks, yes, but never had he let such an emotion slip from his lips. She had sorely underestimated his hatred for his father.

"He was in the caves under the mansion. He's the one from my vision," Kagome said.

Sesshomaru turned his attention to Kagome briefly, his eyes looking over her for any injuries before turning to look over at his father once more.

On the ground, Tourcher pulled the last bit of his energy into his hand. He glanced up at Sesshomaru and the others; no one was paying attention to him. This was his chance. He could still carry out big brother Vishious' order. His eyes drifted to Kagome a few feet away.

"It matters not," Sesshomaru said, "Your assistance is not needed here,"

"Sesshomaru!" Kagome said in shock.

How could he be so mean to his father? Sure the male had made some mistakes but who hadn't?

"He has the sword, Sesshomaru. He's obviously needed,"

"Woman, do not test this Sesshomaru's patience. Now is not the time," he growled.

Kagome narrowed her eyes, hands on her hips.

"Sesshomaru, you need not speak to her that way," InuTaisho said.

Sesshomaru may hate him, but InuTaisho had taught him the proper way to address a woman and that was not something he had been taught.

Instant anger came to Sesshomaru eyes.

"I am no longer a pup," Sesshomaru informed his father, his eyes flashing.

"You will always be my pup," InuTaisho said, "I may have made some mistakes with you but I am still your father,"

"I have no father," he responded.

Tourcher made his move. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the last bit of his energy hurtling towards Kagome. Everything happened so fast, no one had any time to react. As Kagome went flying, Sarinji unsheathed his sword, beheading the half melted male.

The blast hit her square in the belly, sending her flying through the forest, taking down a few trees with her. She landed hard against a large oak tree, crumbling at the base in a bloody heap. Sesshomaru was on her in seconds, his heart pounding. Kneeling in the dirt, he rolled her over, drawing her onto his lap. Hot, sticky liquid dripped onto his hand from the back of her head. His heart began to pound even wilder in his chest.

Tearing part of his sleeve off, he pressed the cloth against the wound on her head. His hand shakily felt her belly for any injury. He found none, but that did not mean that there was no trauma to their pup. He had to get her help.

He could not lose his pup.

Sesshomaru stood as the group approached. He walked towards them.

"Where is your healer?" Sesshomaru demanded of Yamiko.

"Not far from here," Yamiko said, "Follow me,"

InuYasha and InuTaisho watched as Sesshomaru and Yamiko disappeared from sight.

"That woman, who is she to him?" InuTaisho asked.

"His mate," InuYasha said, "His pregnant mate,"

"Pregnant?" InuTaisho said turning to InuYasha, "What the devil is she doing in battle?"

What the hell had happened? Where the hell had he gone wrong with his son? Under no circumstances was a pregnant female supposed to engage in combat. Even Sesshomaru should know such a basic rule.

"She's needed, dad. The Evil Six is on the loose again. She's able to have visions that pinpoint the amulets," InuYasha said.

Still that was no excuse. A mate was a male's most important priority, nothing else. He did not care if his son hated his guts, when they returned to the castle, the two would sit down and have a long talk. Sesshomaru was still his pup, no matter how old he got.

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Hope you all enjoyed! I'm glad I was able to surprise some of you with InuTaisho's return. Of course with his return more drama will follow and we all love the drama, yes?

Laters!

~Sessakag