InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Back In Action ( Chapter 77 )

Chapter Seventy-Seven:

Back In Action

Hakudoshi spat blood onto the dirty stone floor. His head hung forward, the chains at his wrists cutting into his already abused skin. His short brown hair was matted to his head, the smell horrific. Mud, blood, and sweat culminating into an ungodly scent.

As much as he abhorred the odor, it was the very least of his problems.

His body was in a sad state. Kept on the edge of starvation, his enhanced youkai healing ability barely kept him clinging to life. It could not spare precious energy sealing gaping wounds and mending broken bones.

Not when his abused organs were laboring to retain their function.

A cough rocked through him, bringing blood and agony to the forefront. He grimaced at the painful sensation.

He turned and spat more blood on the floor.

His emaciated body collapsed, and Hakudoshi winced at the pull on his wrists. He closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his pounding heart and trembling form. Moonlight streamed through his little window, illuminating the room of squander.

His execution was early tomorrow morning.

The guards, his tormentors, had taken great joy in informing him of that inevitability.

He had long since given up hope that his brother's would save him. Not from lack of trying he was sure.

He leaned back, eyes closed, a faint smile on his face.

Nay, not from lack.

His brothers had worked hard to figure out a way to exonerate him, he was sure. They loved him as he loved them. It had been his own youthful arrogance that had gotten them in this mess to begin with.

Had he listened to Shiro and waited before moving against the King.

Had he appreciated the dangers Jikininki had describe to him.

Had he heeded the warnings, taken them serious, he might not been in this dank prison,and more importantly, the assassination might have succeeded and they'd all have been free.

He hung his head.

It was his fault if the resistance failed.

Whether he lived or died, the failure would be on his conscience. Anger coiled and he yanked against his bonds. He clenched his teeth against the pain, though welcoming the agony as his due punishment.

Out of all things he could have fucked up, why did it have to be this?

Silver eyes opened, glowing under the moonlight.

Maybe he deserved his scheduled execution. What right did he have to life when he had doomed thousands to tyranny?

When he had doomed his own brothers.

Cocky, arrogant, hard headed youth, as his sister would say when he screwed up. What would she say now if she could see him? What would his baby sister say if she knew how close to death he was.

Shusui was too soft, too sheltered to deal with his death well.

Though he missed her, he was glad he'd left her in Japan under the care of Lord InuTaisho. She was safe and hopefully happy, tucked away in their homeland.

He sighed.

Well, he may as well get some much needed rest before he parted from this world.

He hoped to see his brothers there, to look into their eyes one last time before his head was severed from his shoulders. The desire was selfish, he knew that. He should be wishing to spare them the sight of their young brother's death, but he couldn't. He needed to see them.

One last time.

~~~~~~~~~~

“But why can't I go see father fight?” Rikimaru whined for the hundredth time.

Kagome sighed and place her hands on her hips.

“Because I don't want you anywhere near that fighting. You're still a pup and the battlefield is no place for a youngling,”

With father not there to give him one of his looks of displeasure, Rikimaru allowed himself to pout. He crossed his little arms and scowled at his feet. Why did he have to get left behind? Father was not much older than him when he'd witnessed his own father's battles.

Mother cupped his chin, bringing his eyes to hers.

“I won't have you in danger, Rikimaru,” she told him sternly, “now sit up straight, and quit sulking,”

Rikimaru sighed and straightened in his chair.

He looked down at the complex mathematical equation in disdain. Who could concentrate on numbers at an exciting time like this? Nothing fun ever happened around here, and now that it was, he was loathed to miss it.

“Mooooooom,” he complained.

“No, Rikimaru,” she replied back, her resolve like steel.

There was no moving mother. She had a stubborn streak as wide as father's. Her over protectiveness in full gear. Usually he basked in his mother's showering attention. Lately, however, it was becoming stifling, suffocating. He wanted to explore, see the world, have an adventure.

Mother was determined to make sure none of the above happened.

He often spoke about it with father, who seemed to understand his natural curiosity in the world around him. And though father had not discouraged the wanderlust, he'd made it clear he would be greatly displeased should he be careless enough to hurt mother's tender feelings.

Silver brows lowered at the thought.

He didn't want to hurt mother anymore than father, but he was itching to expand his horizons.

From what father told him, this was natural and normal.

He debated on informing mother of that fact but decided against it. She'd probably grab him by the ear and let him explore the vast wonders of his room.

He sighed and picked up his writing utensil.

~~~~~~~~~

Kagome sighed at her forlorn child. She knew he wanted more than their little home a way from the world could provide but she was scared.

Scared to let go, scared to let the world in, scared she'd lose her son in more ways than one. He was growing rapidly, mentally and physically. Sesshomaru had already brought up the subject of training their pup much to Kagome's horror. She knew she was being a tad bit unreasonable but couldn't help it.

The thought of her pup leaving the protection of his parents made her nauseous and shaky.

In all her fantasies of being a mother, clingy and needy had never been among them.

She'd never thought she'd be that type of parent and was disgusted that she was definitely headed in that direction.

But in the face of the possible outcome of losing her child.

Her hands clenched.

Dammit, it was worth it.

To keep him safe and alive, it was more than worth it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sesshomaru stood in the crowd of people, Shiro at his left, Jikininki at his right. A few members of the resistance littered the audience.

Back up should he need it.

Sesshomaru cracked his knuckles, amusement unfurled in his chest.

As if one such as he would need assistance removing a few pests. It had been too long. Way too long. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, the heady anticipation of a kill cycling through his muscles. He had missed this more than he knew. It was like a drug, coursing through him.

He felt lightheaded with bloodlust.

His amber eyes brightened in excitement.

All the planning the weaklings had constructed flew from his mind.

He had not listened during it's construction and had no intention of following through with the elaborate scheme of stealth and distraction.

The platform they stood watching was fitted with a guillotine and a weaved basket next to the ghastly structure. A tall, beefy human stood next to the death machine, a dark mask with eye holes covering his face.

The executioner he presumed.

A scattering of guards littered the area, placed in strategic areas in case of unrest.

“Sesshomaru, when my brother is brought out...”

Sesshomaru tuned out the rest, moving through the crowd that parted like the sea for him.

A gaunt, emaciated young demon was dragged onto the platform, his dirty legs leaving a trail of dirt and blood in their wake. The crowd murmured in excited disgust at the state of the man.

Sesshomaru could care less as he made his way to the execution scaffold.

“Sesshomaru,” Shiro hissed from behind him, “this isn't part of the plan,”

Sesshomaru's lips curled into a cruel smile as his blood thundered through him. It was a moment before the men on the platform noticed the commotion as more people parted. His energy stinging as he walked by.

“Halt!” cried one of the soldiers holding the beaten male, “How dare you interrupt this execution sanctioned by King Randolph himself! Leave now or-”

The noisy soldier met a horrific end. Moving faster than the human eye could track, Sesshomaru reached out with poison soaked hands and ripped out the throat of the loud mouth.

Lips twisted in a feral snarl, he cleaved the head from the other soldier. Shocked silence reigned as the bodies toppled, spraying Sesshomaru with crimson blood. The scent hit his nose, and he closed his eyes in pleasure.

It had been too damn long.

A woman screamed and the crowd erupted in chaos. The masked executioner back up in fear, toppling from the dark stage. The stunned soldiers snapped into gear, crowding the murdering demon with drawn swords.

“Y-you there!” the commander called out, “You are under arrest! Come peacefully or-”

A green whip snapped through the circling group of soldiers.

Sesshomaru's eyes gleamed as blood splattered and the bodies toppled at his booted feet in a series of meaty thuds.

He couldn't help the smile that split his face.

With a careless flip of a bloodstained wrist, Sesshomaru flicked his gleaming silver hair over his shoulder. The scent, the feel of flesh and bone giving way, it brought back so many memories.

Composing his face, he turned to the two males staring up at him, shocked.

“Is he not your brother,” he questioned, gesturing to the near unconscious male at his feet, “This Sesshomaru has repaid his debt for the healing of his son. Take your brother and leave,”

A brief hesitation and the two brother's stumbled to their fallen kin, gathering his limp form and making a run for it.

Shiro couldn't help but smirk. As shaken as he was at witnessing the demon's power, ruthlessness and clear enjoyment of killing, he was more than overjoyed with the results. The King wouldn't let this go unchallenged, and with the bloated Kings raging temper, he was sure to confront Sesshomaru and meet his end at the hands of the brutal youkai.

He chuckled.

How could it get better than this?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What in God's name have you done to your clothes?!” Kagome screeched.

Rikimaru stared wide eyed at his father. He was covered in blood, the bright crimson liquid staining his crisp white shirt and brown pants. Even his hair bore evidence of the violent death that had taken place.

“Killing is messy business, Kagome,”

Rikimaru blinked.

His father was certainly in a good mood.

If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought his normally stoic parent was teasing his mother.

His mother sputtered, clearly unsure if she wanted to continue to berate her mate or laugh at his quip. Sesshomaru's lips curled in amusement, further stunning his pup. Rikimaru wasn't sure the male standing before him was actually his father.

Was killing really that enjoyable?

“Father, was it fun?” Rikimaru questioned, wanting details.

“Alright, before we get into the...details, lets get you cleaned up,” Kagome said with a clap of her hands.

In minutes, Kagome had her family and laundry at the river. While she burned his ruined bloody clothes and sat down to wash the rest of their clothing, Sesshomaru went into great, gory detail about the excursion into town. His little son was hanging on his every word, excited about the rending of flesh and bone.

By the time they headed back home, the sun was setting and darkness bled into the blue sky.

They had a nice dinner, Sesshomaru a lot more talkative than normal.

He was definitely in a good mood.

With their pup tucked in bed and on his way to dream land, Sesshomaru's good mood bled into other aspects of their life.

Kagome squealed as he tackled her to the bed, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss.

“What's gotten into you today,” she giggled as he nibbled her neck and throat with playful nips.

“You should be more concerned about what is about to get into you,” he growled against her skin.

Sharp claws ripped through her dress, shredding the garment and ripping it off. His hot mouth latched onto her breast, moist tongue circling her nipple.

Her breath pushed from her lips, a moan tumbling from her lips.

Her back arched, hands clenching tight in his silken silver hair. Desire pooled in her belly as he switched breast, tonguing her nipple with enthusiasm, his finger tweaking the other.

“Yes,” she breathed in pleasure, her hand trailing down to her throbbing clit.

Sharp teeth nipped her hardened peak, sending pleasure skating over her skin.

“Sesshomaru,” she groaned, her fingers moving against her clit.

Strong clawed hands massaged her breasts, rough thumbs circling her nipples. He nosed her hand away and ravaged her sensitive pussy, his pace fast and ravenous. Kagome moaned, her finger gripping the soft pillow beneath her head.

Slim limbs circled his head, her hips arching into the dark kiss.

Orgasm threatened, creeping through her body. His tongue swirled, flickering fast and soft against her numb.

Her breath hitched in her lungs.

Thick fingers enter her, the sensation sending climax rocketing through her. She barely held back a scream of completion as her body trembled.

Goosebumps erupted from her skin as Sesshomaru pushed her legs to her ears and sheathed himself in her clenching body. Her fingers dug into his working back, breasts boobing with each hard thrust.

Gleaming amber eyes bore into her own, the heated expression on his face sending hot liquid to her nether regions.

A loud smack on the ass and a growl of approval ensued.

Clawed hands gripped her buttocks, clenching the globes. Kagome pulled him down for a thick, sloppy kiss. He snarled against her lips, turned on at the demanding action.

“Fuck me,” she whispered against his mouth.

Golden eyes widened as moment before fire blazed back at her. His thrusts turned frantic, each lunge pushing her closer and closer to an explosive inferno.

“Oh God,” she gasped, “Yessss, moreeee,”

Her toes curled, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The slap of wet flesh against flesh drove her wild. She needed more.

With a heave, she flipped him onto his back, claws puncturing his chest as she bounced up and down on his cock. She was beyond reason, beyond sanity. She snarled down at him, riding him hard and fast to orgasm.

Her body was trembling, sweat beading her quivering flesh.

A low groan left her lips, her damp thighs clenching his hips.

For a moment, she held still, leaning over him as climax ripped through her. Dark hair curtained their moist bodies.

Sesshomaru lifted, tongue laving one nipple while his fingers tweaked the other.

Desire coiled low at the loud slap and sting of his palm against her bottom. Dizzy with pleasure, unable to stop, she moved against him. His cock spearing through her trembling flesh as she bounced, up and down, her rhythm slow and deliberate.

She trembled, the delicious friction too much for her to bear.

“Ohhh, Sesshomaru,” she hissed in rapture, head thrown back in bliss as she rode him.

He shifted, rolling her under him.

His hand captured hers, bringing them up and over her head. He stopped, nipping at her overheated flesh playfully.

Kagome raised her hips in an effort to force him to move.

Sesshomaru would have none of it. He bore down on her with his lower body, trapping her against the soft bed. Their fused flesh tormented her. Her head twisted on the pillow, wanting more, needing more.

Her playful mate ignored her warning growls in favor of tormenting her nipples, rewarding her with a thrust that took her breath away as she bathed his cock in moisture. Pitiful whimpers rumbled from her chest as he plied her body to his content, chuckling softly against her damp flesh.

His hips circled as he nipped her nipple.

Orgasm consumed her in a whirlwind, and her vision darkened. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, face turning beat red as ecstasy blasted through her. She was screaming and couldn't stop.

His lips crashed down on her own, his body lunging in desperation against hers.

Climax shot through her, and she babbled nonsense against his mouth, unsure if she was pleading with him to stop or give her more.

His groan of completion brought her from a daze moments later.

She lay boneless against the bed, brown eyes far away as she stared up at the ceiling. Sesshomaru's sweaty body lay slumped over hers, his gentle lips brushing along her neck. His hips rocking slowly, drawing out the near painful pleasure.

Her body twitched at the shallow thrusts, his own body shivering at the pleasure still coursing through their oversensitive flesh.

He stilled, pressed hard against her.

He lifted himself and kissed her lips, soft, lovingly and gentle.

Amber eyes stared down at her, shimmering like liquid gold. He pulled them to their side, strong arms wrapping her in safety.

She drifted off to sleep seconds later.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“He's sleeping peacefully. Though his injuries are grave, his life is no longer in danger,” the physician informed the worried pair.

Jikininki sighed in relief while Shiro pulled a pouch of gold coins from his pocket. He'd added a little extra in thanks. The doctor had risked much to come here and help them. If any spotted him coming from this area, he'd no doubt be the next prisoner dragged to the scaffold and he wasn't sure he could secure Sesshomaru's help a second time.

The doctor verbalized his thanks and slipped out of the room.

The two waited for his retreating steps to fade out before they spoke.

“He looks terrible,” Shiro commented, anger blooming.

His little brother was in deplorable condition. Happiness over a successful rescue was almost completely overshadowed by the evidence of Hakudoshi's horrific torture.

“Aye,” Jikininki agreed solemnly, “But he is alive, let us not forget that fact,”

“Barely,” Shiro growled, arms crossed, “That fat bastard will pay,”

“Easy Shiro, while rescuing Hakudoshi is a victory, we cannot forget we are well out numbered and overpowered,”

Shiro's clawed hands moved to his waist.

“Did you not see how Sesshomaru handled those guard, the ease in which he slew them? And that hadn't been even a fraction of his power! With him on our side-”

“Did you forget what he said before departing. His debt has been paid. His son's life for our brother's. What makes you think he'd been inclined to offer his services any further than he already has,”

“King Randolph is going to want to know who he is. Word has probably already reached his ears. All we need to do is see to it that he finds out exactly who Sesshomaru is,”

“More manipulation, brother?”

Shiro shrugged.

“It's for a good cause. Besides, this scheme won't be anywhere near as risky as it was the last time. Spread a few rumors here and there, lead the soldiers to the lonely home in the middle of the woods. Easy,”

Shiro grinned.

“That fat bastard won't hesitate to send his goons there. Sesshomaru holds his family and territory in high esteem. He won't take the threat lightly,”

Shiro chuckled.

“He'll take that asshole's head. Randolph doesn't know what he's dealing with,”

Jikininki sighed.

His brothers and their schemes. It was enough to drive a demon insane. He had to admit though, nine times out of ten, the unlikely and often times reckless plans reaped great rewards in half the time.

Having seen Sesshomaru in action himself, he could not find fault with Shiro's predictions.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

King Randolph tossed his goblet at the reporting soldier, spilling dark wine onto the kneeling figure.

The soldier didn't bate an eye, used to his king's random outbursts of childlike temper. He sighed mentally and continued his report, eager to finish and quit the fat man unpleasant presence.

“The male is unknown as of now. I've dispatched soldier to seek out information regarding the fugitive and expect to know more in a matter of days,”

The King was not mollified with the news.

He had been made a fool of, his power challenged, his honor desiccated by some unknown, arrogant demon of no regard. And his soldiers had had the nerve to come crawling back to him with their pitiful tales of woe!

Weaklings, all of them!

First the assassination attempt and now this!

These incompetent fools would be the death of him at this rate. Sweat trickled down his temples, his crown suddenly too heavy for his head.

“I want him found and brought before me immediately!” Randolph demanded, cheeks a ruddy crimson.

“At once, your majesty,” came the reply.

With the report concluded, the throne room cleared quickly. No one had any desire to be the king's next target.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“For the last time, I feel fine!” Hakudoshi growled, “I'll feel even better when I get the hell out this bed!”

Jikininki frowned at his brother. It'd been a little over a week and Hakudoshi's recovery had been slow and painful. His external wounds had healed, but the internal trauma was another matter entirely. Jikininki had no intention of letting the male undo the physicians hard work.

“The doctor wants you to take it easy, Haku, we can't afford a relapse in your health,”

A bored look washed over his little brother's face.

“Don't you think I'd be a good judge of my own health,”

“No,”

Hakudoshi growled.

“What a pain in the ass,”

“Funny but I thought the same while me and Shiro were busting our butts trying to save you from your own pigheadedness,”

“And here we go,” Haku exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “Go ahead, go on another useless tirade about how I screwed up and caused so many complications. While you're at it, why not kick me in the balls and slit my throat? Spare me the humiliation!”

A flush coated Hakudoshi's cheeks, silver eyes glaring daggers at the far wall.

“As if I need to rehash that,” Jikininki relented.

Hakudoshi scuffed, crossing his arms and lying back angrily against the plump pillows.

The room filled with uncomfortable silence. Always the soft one, Jikininki gave in with an exasperated sigh.

“Tomorrow,” he conceded, “but if you start to feel bad, anything in the slights, you are to take yourself back to bed,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Hakudoshi smirked.

Again, silence reigned. This time, a lot less uncomfortable.