InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Not even for you, my love. ( Chapter 34 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own any of them, except Jouyoku, Miebi Kokushi, Loi and oh yeah, Nichi.

Chapter 34: Not even for you, my love.

When they landed outside the temple Miroku's dearest and oldest friend, Mushin, immediately greeted him. He could tell that Mushin wanted to inquire as to why he was there, but didn't when he noticed the girl asleep against his chest.

He had managed to wipe the majority of the blood off of her hands and face as they flew, so he was thankful that at least he wouldn't have to explain `that' to anyone.

The entire time he rode on the fire cat, he couldn't stop replaying the scene with in his mind. He kept seeing her savagely plunge the sharp end of that knife into Ayame's chest. The vacant look in her eyes, the unremorseful manner in which she acted…she hadn't shed a single tear…not one for the life that she took and he couldn't help but wonder why? The entire ride was ridden in absolute almost deafening silence.

After he said his hello's to the other Monks at the Temple he had taken Sango into one of the rooms that sat so close to an outside hot spring that they were able to create an indoor spring by having the warm water cycle into the room through and medium size hole in the far wall then filter back out through one at the bottom of an extra large basin or tub like basin. He knew that when she awoke she would be in need of a bath and more than likely she would require her space in order to deal with what she had done.

“Miroku-sama, is everything okay?” Mushin asked noticing the distant sullen look on his friends face.

Looking up from the cup of sake that he had gotten lost in the Monk shook his head to dispel his thoughts. Sighing heavily he murmured, “No Mushin, I'm not.”

Sitting across from the Monk, Mushin popped the last rice ball into his mouth then stated, “Does this have anything to do with your friend, the slayer?”

“Her name is Sango, and yes it does…well not totally.” He corrected as he tried to be careful of his tone with the elder Monk.

Smiling at his friend Mushin downed the last of his cup of sake then poured him self another one. “So, do I need to ask you or are you just going to tell me?”

Taking a moment to think about the goings on of the past few weeks the younger Monk downed his cup of sake as well then looked off into the evening sky. The sun was finally setting, leaving beautiful blue, pink and violet streaks across the sky. He sighed dejectedly as he rose to his feet and walked over to the door so that he could get a better look.

Life wasn't supposed to be like this! They weren't supposed to be worried about a rapist! Though they killed youkai, they never unjustly killed anyone! After his wind tunnel closed, wasn't he supposed to live a happy worry free life? Where did everything start going so wrong? When would Buddha bless them so that they could live in peace? Was it even possible anymore, or would he have to live on the run…hiding in caves and caverns, shrines and temples in order to keep Sango safe from Kouga's wrath?

Sighing heavily, he let his head fall forward as if the weight of the world was resting unmercifully on his shoulders and he hadn't a clue as to how to remove it.

“Miroku, what's going on?” Mushin inquired. He didn't have to be a youkai or be close to the younger monk in order to know that something was tearing at his soul.

“Mushin, tell me what you know of Jouyoku.” The Monk replied with out looking away from the setting sun.

The older Monk choked on the sake he was drinking. `Did he just ask me about Ju...Jouyoku?' He thought in disbelief. After clearing his air passage he looked up, his nose the color of ripe cherries, “so the stories I've heard are true? He has awakened?” He stated more as a fact than a question.

Miroku didn't respond, nor give a hint that he was listening. He just continued to stare off into oblivion. His mind oblivious to all things not concerning Jouyoku.

“What do you want to know?”

“What have you heard about him?” The tone of his voice was so low that Mushin had to strain to hear what his young pupil had asked.

“I've heard from countless men that the women of their villages have been changing into nothing short of banshees. They've become inconsolable and violent. They appear to be fine one day and then the next it as if they were someone totally new. However it's not all women, just the ones that are still untouched.” Mushin gulped down another cup of sake. “I had feared that it was Jouyoku, but I had hoped even more that he was nothing more than a myth.”

Folding his arms across his chest he realized the Mushin was basically saying the same thing that Keade and Miebi Kokushi had stated weeks ago. `Doesn't anyone know anything more about this freak?' He thought as he felt his nerves start to unravel. Inhaling slowly, he tried to get control of his anger, “Is there away to reverse the damage he's done to these women?”

“Miroku, I am not old enough to know that.”

Figuring that it was best if he didn't respond to that statement, Miroku stayed quiet and watched the last rays of the sun disappear.

“Perhaps no one has ever tried to kill him.” Mushin stated in a matter of fact tone. “Maybe if that Hanyou you travel with could hunt him down as he did Naraku and kill him, then maybe it would reverse the damage done. Maybe…” Mushin stared at his friend for a long moment before speaking again. “Did he…did she…Jouyoku…did he take the slayer?”

Turning to face his friend Miroku shrugged his shoulders in annoyance, “as far as I know, no.” He wasn't really annoyed at Mushin; he was annoyed at everything…at life. He just wanted this to be over, he wanted to know why Sango killed Ayame! He wanted to know how to kill Jouyoku! Was he asking too much! Was it really that freaking hard for one person…someone…anyone, to give him a helpful damn answer...to tell him something that would be of some kind of assistance in the demise of this Youkai?

To say that the Monk was frustrated would have been an understatement.

Exhaling heavily, Mushin downed his sake in one big gulp and staggered to his feet. “Well that's good, because I would hate for something to happen to her or the other little beauty you travel with.”

“I need to know how to stop him.” Miroku stated bluntly his voice laced with irritation.

Walking up to his friend, Mushin rested his hand on his shoulder and whispered with as much wisdom as he could muster while the world around him spun out of control. “P…perhaps the only way to c…catch a fox is with a rabbit, young gr…ass hopper.” He finished with a hiccup.

Staring at Mushin out the side of his eye Miroku smiled for the first time since he had arrived at the temple. He knew that the only time Mushin called him; `young grass hopper' was when he was so drunk that he couldn't remember his name.

“Mushin, get some sleep.” He stated as he bent down and picked up the sake jar and walked out of the room.

Simonkal of Inuy

His aura crackled and sizzled. It practically charred the leaves on the branches around him as he sat high up in a large tree on the outskirts of a village that he had been taking women from. After his fight with the wolf youkai he hadn't been able to calm the rage that he was feeling. He had taken several women with in the hours that passed and none of them were able to satiate him in the least.

`I was so close! One thrust! One fucking thrust and she would have been mine!' He grimaced as he dug his claws into the thick branch that he was sitting on. `Thatstinking pathetic piece of shit! Who and the hell does he think he is!' His breathing became heavy his chest began to heave up and down rapidly. He wanted to tear into the village of the Miko and her friends; he wanted to rip the head off the wolf that had so rudely interrupted him!

If he were a woman he probably would've screamed out of sheer frustration, but he would not be so weak. Instead he would savagely feast and plot until he came up with a foolproof plan to finish what he started. He would add the wolf to his list of people that did not deserve to breathe the same air as he did. “This will not be forgiven!” He hissed.

`Sorry excuse for a demon! That ass hole! Why couldn't he just mind his own damn business? FUCK!' He yelled in his head as his frustration got the best of him. Gripping the thick branch so tight he broke it in two. Had he not been able to levitate he would've have landed flat on his ass breaking all the branches below him.

Moving to a higher much thicker branch he glared out over the treetops. He couldn't remember when feasting had ever been this hard! `What happened to the days when I could take whom I wanted?'

Looking as if a light bulb had just gone off in his head, he thought to him self, `perhaps I've been going about this the wrong way. Maybe being kind and gentle isn't the way of the world anymore. Maybe I should just storm in there and take what I want and kill anyone that gets in my way!' Flexing his muscles arrogantly he whispered, “It's not as if they could stop me anyway.”

“Fine! If that's the way they want it, then that's the way it will be!” He stated in huff as he leaped from the branch and landed with out disturbing a single twig beneath his feet.

He started walking allowing the wind to take him where it saw fit all the whiled knowing that eventually it would lead him back to them, back to the Miko and her friend, the white Lord and his ward and definitely to the wolf.

He hadn't walked far when the wind around him picked up drastically. Never faltering he proceeded with his steady stride determination written on his face.

“You,” said a voice from behind him.

He stopped but he didn't turn around. “Me,” he replied smugly.

She watched his Magenta hair fall down his back and over his broad shoulders. Everything within her wanted to touch him, wanted to make him turn around so that she could confirm what she already knew. He was the one that had tricked her; he was the one that had come to her that night and pretended to be Sesshomaru, it had to be him!

When she left the white lord she wasn't sure where she was going, but she knew she needed to find him. She had no idea who he was so she flew in the direction that her soul told her to follow.

“Turn around!” She yelled.

At first he hadn't a clue as to who she was.

Opening his link he allowed his mind to brush lightly against hers, `the wind sorceress.' With his back still to her he smirked as he stated with a soft chuckle, “you were so much nicer when thought you were fucking that, dog.” The last part rolled off his tongue as if he had just tasted someone else's stomach bile.

“It was you!” She yelled as she fought against herself not to run to him, not to throw her arms around his neck and beg him please her again, and again.

Slowly he turned around to face her. His fangs glistened as he smiled sweetly in an attempt to fawn innocence.

She gasped and stepped towards him.

He took a careful step back away from her. He wasn't by any means afraid of her, he just knew what she wanted and before he ate twice off any plate he would kill her first. Narrowing his eyes at her he started to walk in a slow wide circle around her making sure to keep his eyes on her every move.

“You vile beast!” Kagura spat. Though her body said one thing her mind new that he had raped her, it knew that she shouldn't want to be with him. “How dare you stand there glaring at me as if you did nothing wrong!”

Chuckling quietly Jouyoku still said nothing but he continued to circle her slowly.

“I should kill you where you stand!” The wind sorceress snapped as she whipped out her fan.

Tilting his head slightly to the side he smiled at her as he lightly bit down on his bottom lip, “are you sure you want to kill me, or do you really want to fuck me? Choose wisely.” He stated with a cocky grin knowing that regardless of her choice her fate was sealed from the moment she sought him out.

Gasping as if she was shocked and appalled by what he was suggesting she threw her hand up prepared to bring it down in his direction, but was stopped by his much too quick movement. `Who is this youkai?' She thought quickly as she gazed up into his auburn colored eyes. Her body pulsed and tingled under his touch. Her mind screamed for her to kill him!

His breath on her face, the way he smelled, and the feel of his body pressed so close to hers brought back memories of that night. Memories that once held the Inu Lord but she saw him now, only him. She couldn't speak; she couldn't move…she wanted him that she couldn't deny. Still her mind screamed for her to kill him!

He watched her hand slowly drop so that it rested over his arm that he had used to pull her to him. “So I guess you've decided.” He whispered in a husky seductive voice.

She tried to nod, she tried to find her voice but she couldn't so instead she blinked twice.

He smirked as he idly ran a claw of his free hand slowly down the side of her neck. He hadn't opened his link to entrance her because he knew he didn't need it. When he took her essence he left an imprint of himself planted on what was left of her soul, she could not resist him, no matter how much she wanted to.

She quivered under his touch.

“Is this what you want?” He questioned making sure to keep his voice low and seductive.

She blinked twice since she still was unable to find her voice. Her fan fell from her hand as her head fell back lethargically.

Leaning in he lightly brushed his lips across the soft skin of her neck as he slowly reached down and untied the sash of her Kimono.

Her mind screamed at her to stop him, to not let this happen again! It told her that this wasn't the reason she had sought him out! It told her that she was a fool! Her body ignored all warnings it pulsed under his touch begging him to continue.

He allowed his knuckles the rub gently up and down the middle of her chest. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked his auburn gaze locked on hers.

She blinked twice and nodded as she pressed her body closer against him.

His hand roamed slowly down the length of her body as he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose.

Her head fell back again as she awaited the ecstasy she was sure was only moments away.

His claws traveled down lower to her throbbing moist concave. Slowly he parted her lower lips as he inserted one finger slowly. “Does it feel good?” He whispered.

She moaned.

Leisurely he removed that finger then reinserted it with a second one. Her juices flowed unhindered down his hand, her scent in circled him and still it did nothing to arouse him. “Tell me how much you want me.” He cooed in her ear.

She gyrated and whined against his hand raveling in the feel of him. The feeling it was euphoric. She wished she could loose her self with in him, never to be found again.

Removing those two fingers he reinserted them again adding a third then a fourth as he slowly leaned in and whispered sensually, “I didn't plan on doing this, but you leave me know choice.” Closing in on her lips he allowed his inserted claws to elongate, as a low sadistic chuckle echoed deep with in his chest.

Her eyes appeared to bulge out of her head as she felt her insides being ripped apart. Grabbing onto the back of his Kimono she tried to scream but she couldn't! The pain…the pain was unbelievable it ran through every inch of her body repeatedly!

“One down 3 to go.” He whispered as he stared her directly in her eyes. The innocent seductive smile he once wore was now replaced by a sadistic sickening scowl. Dragging his claws upward in a manner too fast to comprehend he ripped her open from her womb to her heart.

Stepping away from her he let her body fall to the ground as she gasped unsuccessfully for air, but found none.

“I never eat from the same plate twice.” He stated casually as he knelt down beside her and wiped his bloody claws on her open Kimono. `Now I have to bathe.' He thought in a somewhat pouting childish manner as he glanced down at the blood now splattered on his chest.

Smiling down at her he whispered as if he was chastising a misbehaving child, “You women are so foolish.”

As she took her last breath he turned and walked away with determination on his mind, and vengeance and hatred in his heart.

Simonkal of Inuy

`Get away from me!' She screamed at him, but still he came closer.

`Why are you doing this? Please Kami don't do this!' She screamed as he grabbed her and threw her roughly to the ground.

She tried to fight him! She scratched and punched him with her tiny fist but he didn't seem to feel a thing. “Miroku! Help me;please don't let him do this!” She cried as he ripped open her Kimono and grabbed greedily at her breast.

His eyes…they were full of hatred! His hands were cold as ice. “You know you want this, so stopping fighting me!” He hissed as his hands roamed further down her body.

“Don't touch me! Don't you ever touch me!' She screamed. Turning her head from side to side she looked for help, but found only a dark figure standing in the shadows. “Please help me.” She begged as he mounted her.

`This can't be…I must be dreaming! I have to be dreaming!' She screamed in her head as the figure stepped into the light with a smug grin on her face. “Ayame…” She whispered as she closed her eyes tightly and tried to wish her away.

“Fuck her master. She's my gift to you. Fuck her like you fucked me.” She hissed as she stood to the side and watched with a sinister grin plastered on her distorted face.

“I killed you! I fucking killed you, you stupid bitch! You're dead! You're dead! I killed you! I fucking killed you!” She screamed as she felt pressure being applied to her chest. “Get away from me! Leave me alone she screamed while she fought even harder against her assailant.

“Sango, Sango please my love, please wake up.”

When he entered the room he saw her tossing and turning as if she was fighting with someone and now she was screaming incoherently. Slapping her face gently on either cheek he whispered her name again softly, hoping that she would recognize it and calm down.

“Get…away…” she whispered pushing on his chest lightly, as she lifted her leg and kicked at the air.

Grabbing the water bucket next to him he scooped up a handful of water and splashed it lightly in her face.

Jumping a way from her the Monk watched her sit up abruptly and swung her fist in his direction. Grabbing her hands quickly he pulled her to his chest, “Sango, it's me. You're safe now, okay? You're safe.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her tightly as if he was trying to protect her from the world.

The sound of his voice caused her to immediately break down. It was all a dream just a terrible dream. Weeping into his chest she clung to his robes and sobbed as the faces of Jouyoku and Ayame took turns dancing through her head.

“Shhhhhh” He whispered as he gently rocked her back and forth as if she was a child crying over a scraped knee. `Please Buddha, if you hear me, please give strength enough to sustain both of us, Patience to remain open minded in the grip of this adversity, and love enough to love her unconditionally no matter what the outcome.'

“H…he wouldn't stop. She w…was there. I begged…I pleaded…Please don't let him take me…please don't let him take me!” She cried. She looked like she was actually trying to hide beneath the Monks robes. The more she talked the more incoherent her speech became.

He would've died right at that moment if it meant that this pain and fear that she was feeling would be taken away. If he knew that his blood spilling would mean an end to her suffering he would have surely taken his life with out a second thought. He could do nothing but watch as she frantically grabbed and pulled at his clothes trying to find a sanctuary somewhere…anywhere from the demon with in her mind.

Pulling her closer to him so that her head was nestled beneath his chin he tried to quiet her as best he could. “Tell me what happened.” He whispered while rocking her gently. “I won't let anything happen to you, Sango. Not ever again, but you have to tell me what happened…you have to tell me why you killed her.”

The sound of his voice made the faces slowly fad away. `Tell him? I can't tell him. He'll hate me! He'll think I'm nothing more than dirty worthless whore!' These were the things she told her self. She didn't want to relive that night! She didn't want to talk about that night! Wasn't it enough to know that she hadn't been totally victimized or did he really need to hear the sordid details? “Tell you what happened?” She asked not really speaking to him directly.

“Sango I need to know. I have to know what happened. That way, I can better help you.” Miroku pleaded as he pulled away from her so that he could look in her eyes.

Shaking her head in a negative fashion she pushed away from him. She couldn't tell him. He didn't need to know. What good would it do? Would it help to heal her wounds? Would it keep them close or tear them apart? “Does it make a difference what I say to you? The fact is that I took Ayame's life. It won't change the fact that he touched me…it won't stop him from filtering into my dreams. It won't stop me from feeling his hands all over my body…” Shaking her head she whispered, “I'm sorry, but I can't relive that…I won't relive that.”

“Do you trust me?”

Looking up, her eyes met his and she knew, there was no doubt, “yes, of course I trust you.”

“Then tell me, please.” His patience was beginning to wear thin with her. Inhaling deeply he closed his eyes as he exhaled even slower. “You know I have loved you longer than I care to remember. The thought that he had you…that he was tou…touching you makes me sick to my stomach, and as hard as it is for me to ask you this Sango, I have to…I have to know. I have to know what he did to you. I `need' to know what he did to you.” Reaching over he gently caressed her hand as he continued, “Maybe then I can figure out why you killed Ayame.”

His words pleaded with her soul telling her that perhaps he would be able to help her. Maybe, just maybe he would understand. “If I tell you, you'll think of me as…a whore.”

Scooting a little closer to her, he picked up her hand a placed it to his lips, then whispered, “I will always love you and respect you regardless of what you tell me.” Reaching up he turned her face so that she was looking directing at him, “Believe me when I say, there is nothing and I do mean nothing that you could tell me that would make me love you any less.”

“Miroku” She whispered as tears returned to her eyes.

Pulling her to his chest he soothingly rubbed the back of her head and the small of her back. “How about this, let's start out small. Tell me why you went to the river so early in the morning?”

She inhaled deeply as she felt her nerves relax just a little. `Tell him.' Her mind whispered. Her belly twisted and flipped repeatedly as the memory of Ayame and what she did to her danced in her mind. “Ayame…she…she…” Sango stuttered.

“What did she do? You can tell me.” The monk whispered soothingly. He knew he wanted to know what happened, but would it be something that he would be able to deal with? Was he asking for answers to things that were really best left on said?

Looking up into his eyes as tears streamed down the sides of her face she blurted through broken sobs, “S…she…He…they…the both of them…I…I was…”

Until Next Time…