InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Avoiding Yokai Eradication ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Seleni

VOCABULARY

Bakusaiga - This is the sword that was made from Sesshoumaru's power

Katsumi - Name means self-controlled. One of the assassins

Iwao - Name means stone man. One of the assassins

Nori - Name means rule, law, standard. One of the assassins

Hitoshi - Name means even tempered, leveled. The Boss assassin

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

CHAPTER 4: SENGOKU JIDAI

Sengoku Jidai

Juunigatsu, 1548

A Hidden Room in the Tsuki no Palace

As he repeated the magic words that would bring the miko back to him, the air around began to swirl in a strange pattern and blackness began to ascend into the center of the room. As expected, the spell was more complex than the previous one that had been cast in the same room, because instead of sending someone into the future, he was calling a person who he didn't know where to find. It was like a lucky guess. The spell could make somebody unrelated to his situation appear out of nowhere or simply leave the right person somewhere far away from his domains. The witch even said it could call more than one person. In reality, Sesshoumaru didn't care who popped up as long as the miko was among them. But he couldn't be certain that she was going to come since the little wench was very unpredictable and could mess up the magic.

He pronounced the foreign words faster and with her name intertwined in the tongue twisting language. As years before, from the collected darkness a huge circle began to form and the wind picked up speed. His own voice had increased in volume and intensity, making him roar the last part of the enchantment before he stood there quietly looking as the shadows came together to form a sacred space for the time traveler.

Things began to slow and the wind power to recede. The darkness returned to the corners where it had escaped and there was some leftover energy sizzling around him. In the center silhouettes appeared. First three who were standing, and eventually two who were lying on the floor. A muffled gasp and what sounded like a fervent laugh were heard interrupting the infinite silence. The scent of sex, tears and bodily fluid permeated the air in the small cell.

Sesshoumaru didn't like it. It seemed like there was a female among the four males that had appeared, a ningen onna at that. Could it be the so awaited priestess? It seemed to be the case since he recognized the yokai who had also appeared. They were the assassins. Most likely they had been about to kill the miko and he had interrupted them by calling her back.

At that moment he didn't know who had a worst timing, him or them. During those months in which the miko was absent he had enough time to reflect on the situation. If the problem was the wish he just had to convince her not to eliminate the yokai race. She could wish something else. Anything really, as long as the demon species was there after her wish. Following this train of thought, he had decided that showing her the way yokai lived could influence her decision. So he planned to take her with him and visit some cities where she could appreciate the everyday life of demons. He believed it was perfect. The miko had adopted a kitsune, how hard was to convince her not to wish the kit out of existence? Very easy, he thought.

And it could have been even easier if one of the assassins wasn't about to rape her. The yokai would destroy his plan with his filthy dick, simply because he wanted a good fuck. He couldn't allow that. It would tarn his honor and it could eliminate demons from the face of the earth. The answer was simple. Get rid of the threat and save the miko's virginity for someone who deserves it. If he did that, she would be more cooperative later on.

Without much thinking, Sesshoumaru took out Bakusaiga and cut the bastard's head off which ended a few feet away while the yokai's still moving body fell over the almost raped miko. A painful shriek escaped from his victim's mouth but it ended as the head sizzled out of existence. The miko's eyes were wide with fear and shock and a few remaining tears falling from her ever blue eyes. Her chest and face now had blood in it plus a headless body resting on top of her. Kagome vaguely heard a scorching sound before her vision went black.

After the miko passed out, Sesshoumaru threw the cadaver to a corner of the dungeon, waiting for it to evaporate within the acid pool that was forming from its infected blood. To his surprise, the miko remained intact, but he assumed that the Shikon no Tama was protecting her as she protected it. Knowing there were better things to be done, he ready himself to leave the forgotten cell so he cleaned his sword in the dead yokai's clothes before it disappeared and picked up an almost butt naked miko. The aroma of her juices reached his nose. They smelled delicious and so pure that he also wanted to taste them. Soon after, he found himself breathing deeply to keep the scent in his memory. Noticing what he was doing, he stopped abruptly, remaining himself that he was smelling a filthy ningen even when the scent had a spiciness to it that he liked. Turning back to the three remaining guests, he looked at them in the eye and declared.

"The miko is not to be killed. If any of you even touches her, death will be met soon after. You are expected to leave my palace as soon as you have been rewarded and this Sesshoumaru assumes he will never heard from you again" with that, he turned around and headed out of the room.

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Sengoku Jidai

Juunigatsu, 1548

Somewhere North of the Town of Edo

The undead miko was lying against a tall tree amid the ghostly serpents refilling her with the souls of the newly departed. She was waiting for her copy to return to the past as she had done many times but something had been preventing the girl from doing so. It was obvious that the destruction of the well had been the cause but she had hoped the stupid lass would have figured out a way to return a long time ago. It seemed it was too much to hope from a twit who knew nothing of her own powers. Sure, she had become stronger during the years her group of misfits had to run around chasing Naraku, but the little miko wasn't as strong as her.

Maybe this time around she would give her a hand by reactivating the well from this side of history. The hanyou and her friends had rebuilt it even if it lacked any power. In any case, the renovation of the well was a start. If there wasn't one in the pass, there was no way one would exist in the future. And also, because there was no well in the past, the one from the future wouldn't be able to send the miko to her waiting hands.

Kikyo wanted to kill Kagome very badly but her attempts had been in vain. There had always been somebody to protect the dimwit. However, that was no more. She was planning to obtain what she wanted this time around and nobody would stop her because, even if some of the things she wished to steal from her duplicate were for her own gain, there were others that were for the sake of survival. For example, the undead miko needed her reincarnation's soul to be complete and alive. She didn't want to be called a corpse or terracotta doll. It was demeaning and she got offended each time the taijijya used it as reference to her. She also wanted to have control of all her powers which were severely limited by the shared soul. Not even with Midoriko's essence had she been able to achieve her full potential. But more than flimsy powers and a corrupted heart, she wanted the Shikon no Tama.

The time to retrieve it had come. The jewel was complete and just waiting to be taken. That was, if her reincarnation had had the decency of leaving the Shikon behind. But that was expecting too much from her. Then again, she was the newly appointed protector. Taking it with her was expected. What Kikyo hadn't anticipated was the well closing. The old opening in the earth really was a liability.

However, she wasn't giving up. The Shikon no Tama didn't belong in the future but the distant past, and it was bound to return one way or another. Also, half her soul was gone along with the jewel. That was something that needed to be completed before it could reincarnate again. The only way of achieving that was if one of the vessels of the soul died leaving the spirit free to unite again. The undead miko wasn't planning on dying soon, not before her reincarnation anyway.

So, with those factors playing in her favor, she did everything she could do at that moment and waited for the return of the futuristic miko. However, this time she didn't have to wait too long as somewhere close to her heart she felt a familiar yank. That was the signal that Kagome had returned to their time. When the young miko went back to her home world, her presence disappeared completely but now her presence was feint and fading as if she was unconscious or many barriers were surrounding her. That didn't surprise Kikyo so much. After all, she felt Kagome's aura coming from the West, the most powerful land of all. Its protective spells were the best around and its lord was also very commanding and defensive of its people.

Although it was strange that the girl's presence had become apparent so suddenly, it was the start of her plan. It was time to retrieve the jewel and her soul. But heading toward the West right away wasn't very smart and she needed to see Inuyasha. He would be wondering where she had wandered to and what she had been doing. It was rather annoying and she preferred if he stayed out of her business. But she went to him for a reason. If her reincarnation was back, she would eventually find her way to the hanyou. And Kikyo wanted to be there to receive her.

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Sengoku Jidai

Juunigatsu, 1548

In the Halls of the Tsuki no Palace

Silently, Sesshoumaru walked through the old hall of the unused dungeon toward the exit while he carried the miko in his arms. Her peculiar scent was still imprinted in his nose, but he decided to ignore it in favor of getting her out of the dark and damp place. However, soon after, another problem became apparent to him. She was naked. For her peace of mind, and maybe even his, she shouldn't be shown naked to the world. It would avoid a lot of problems later on, like her decision to not wish yokai out of existence. Still, dressing her wasn't an option at that particular time. Where he found himself, there was nothing that resembled a piece of cloth, even less a kimono.

Not knowing what to do, he looked down at her. Until that moment, he really hadn't notice how much different she was from the females he was used to seeing. She looked like a regular human. Black long tresses that shone when light embraced them, sky blue eyes filled with happiness if he remembered correctly, and an hour glass figure. Her form was firm from years of fighting and her perfect body was marked with several almost invisibles scars. Her hands were delicate and at the same time, they were warrior hands, callused and strong. Somehow, she reminded him of a yokai, although Sesshoumaru knew for certain that she wasn't. Her strong personality and maternal instincts equaled that of a female Inu of the past, way before his great-grandfather when women could fight alongside men to protect what was theirs. He sometimes wished to have lived through such glorious times when females fought for the right to mate just as males did. In his time, females only wanted the power a yokai such as him could give them, riches and status as well. Nobody in his whole palace looked at him for being Sesshoumaru, the warrior, or simply, Sesshoumaru, the yokai. No, they only saw him as the Lord of the West, Son of Inu no Taishou.

Somehow he wondered if the ningen he carried got to know him better, how she would treat him. Like everybody else? Or as Sesshoumaru? He shrugged the thought aside. It was a stupid thing to hope for since he wasn't planning for her to stick around too long, just enough to ensure the survival of a powerful race that could become smidgens if the emotional girl felt like it. It was demeaning to have to do such a thing. Frowning at that particular thought, he got his mokomoko and covered the miko with it, hiding her from the praying eyes of his servants.

As he continued walking through the darkened place, the hall became clearer as he found the small door that exited the place. He went up the three step stair to end up in another long hallway. From there he went toward the guest room and placed Kagome in the middle of the futon. Unwrapping the mokomoko from her small form, he covered her with a sheet and left her to sleep.

Once he was back in his office, he called two servants to him. They were to look after the miko while she was there and protect her from more than one possible threat since he didn't thought the other demons in his castle would appreciate a priestess there as well. When he was done with the pair of yokai, he sent them away and continued to do the paperwork that it never seemed to end.

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Sengoku Jidai

Juunigatsu, 1548

In the Cell under the Tsuki no Palace

Hitoshi had waited for the Lord to disappear before huffing very low. He didn't like that his highness had taken his pray from him and was somewhat mad that he had also killed one his subordinates. With only two followers to do his binding, he considered what to do. It wasn't like he actually like Nori, the yokai never listened to him anyway but they had been through the same experience. All four of them had gone into a strange land and survived for almost 20 years. He had to admit he like to be home again but he wasn't about to allow some pup to tell him when the hunt was over. If Sesshoumaru thought he would roll over and leave the miko alone, he had another thing coming.

The miko was a challenge. She was smart, powerful and knew how to take care of herself. And he liked it, because it took brains to get near her in the strange place where she lived. First they had had to pass a powerful barrier around the shrine. Then, find the miko when she was distracted. Something she didn't seem to do even in her time. And now, after they had almost succeeded, Sesshoumaru came and took her away. Because of that, the challenge had become more delightful. It was no longer a strong miko but also a demon lord they had to outsmart. And Hitoshi was looking forward to this test. He knew the hunt was going to be exciting and the result just as delicious, if the scent of the girl was anything to go by. It spelled rich blood to him, in other words, food.

"Katsumi, Iwao, do you want to do as Lord Pain-in-the-Ass ordered us?" he asked his followers.

"He killed Nori to protect that bitch" said Katsumi with his wide green eyes shining. He was suppressing the tears that wanted to fall. Hitoshi understood the yokai. He had been together with Nori since they were kids and even if he was totally into men Nori hadn't been one of those "I'm in".

"Me too" answered Iwao with low emotionless voice. He was a small thing but fast and efficient, just what they needed.

"Perfect" purred Hitoshi "Then both of you go to the treasury and retrieve our hard earned money. I'll look around to see how things work around here" he said before hiding his presence and running at full speed around the castle.

It wasn't long before he found the room of Sesshoumaru's precious guest. It seemed like she still slept unaware of the danger in the vicinity, so Hitoshi stalked around the dark room. Coming closer to her he saw her beautiful features and wondered how it would feel when he pierced her white silk skin. Licking his lips at such a prospect, he went nearer, his blue eyes becoming darker by the blood lust that was driving him to kill such innocent creature.

To his surprise, the miko opened her celestial blue eyes just as he was about to strangle her in her sleep. She looked at him unsure of his looming figure over her bed, but never got to ask him anything as the red haired man pulled her out of the futon by her neck. Holding her up, he smiled as she struggled to draw a breath, but his hand closed around her neck with more strength, making her world seem a little blurry and out of focus. Wrapping her delicate finger around the murderous hand, she called some of her power forward, managing to burn some of the yokai's skin off. However, this didn't deter the assailant as his smile broadened. Out of nowhere, a whip wrapped around his arm, pouring acid into it, but the yokai refused to let go.

"Released her" said the voice at the door looking at him with an impassive face.

"And if I refuse, Lord Sesshoumaru?" asked the still smiling demon.

"You'll lose more than your arm" replied the taiyokai seeing as the man's skin disappeared in a sizzling sound.

"I see" was the only indication that Hitoshi gave of understanding the Lord. So he put the almost unconscious miko in the floor with the outmost care. Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at this behavior but didn't say a word and ready himself to attack the yokai who dared go against his direct order. However, Hitoshi, knowing the consequences of his actions, fled the palace as fast as he could, confident that the taiyokai wouldn't follow.

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A/N

Sorry for the long delay, but it's finally up this chapter. It seemed like this story is well like so I'll try to update faster since its i don't plan for to be very long, although it does have more than 10 chapters. Also, if there is any word you don't know or understand please let me know so I can fix it.

As before, I appreciate the support given by the readers and also the reviewers: juusan'ya, Amethyst Evangeline, GYY and Sugar0o.

Thanks and Enjoy.

Seleni