InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Warnings ( Chapter 39 )

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Chapter 39: Warnings

 

`My gods what did he do to her? There's so much blood.' Inuyasha thought as he carefully picked up the girl. Noticing her eyes becoming heavy he stated in a comforting voice, “Rin, stay with me, okay? I'm going to get you some help.” Turning around to face the hag, Kaede he asked accusingly, “What are you doing here?”

 

“I was coming to see if you knew what happened to Ayame's body, but I found that thing attacking her.” Taking a moment to quickly look over the girl she continued, “I believe that was the demon ye has been hunting, or rather hunting ye.”

 

The half conscious girl groaned and shifted slightly in his arms. “Lord Sesshomaru?” She whispered. Having glimpsed the hanyou's white hair she just assumed that it had to be her love. Who else would be this gentle with her? “I'm sor…sorry…pl…please forgive me.” She was apologizing because he had told her to stay with Inuyasha at all times and she promised him that she would. If she had, would it have really mattered, would the outcome have been different?

 

“Shit, Sesshomaru?” The hanyou hissed as he bounded off yelling over his shoulder, “meet me at my house!” How in the hell was he going to explain this to his brother? If the girl died… He didn't want to even think about that, because he knew if that happened his brother would be furious not only at him, but everything and everyone. `What Kouga did will look like child's play compared to what he'll do!'

 

By no means was he afraid of him, but he wasn't stupid either.

“Kagome get dressed! Rin was attacked!” He shouted as he neared the house. Glancing down at the girl he grimaced, she had lost so much blood that he knew her chances was slim. She convulsed in his arms, her eyes rolling back in her head, “don't you fucking die on me!” He screamed as he stormed into the house and into his bedroom. He saw Kagome scrambling to pull her tank top back on.

 

“Inuyasha, what happened to her?” The miko asked frantically while pulling on a pair of sweat pants that she only wore on cold nights.

 

“Jouyoku happened.” He replied absently as he laid the girl on their bed. “Kaede is on the way. The two of you have to stop the bleeding!”

 

Staring down at the gruesome sight before her the miko whispered, “what if we can't?”

 

“We don't have a fucking choice! This is Sesshomaru's mate, do you have any idea what he'll do if he finds out that we…I let that fucker kill his mate!” At this point it didn't make sense to live in denial. He could see it clearly, Sesshomaru transforming into his dog form. Devouring the villagers, two at a time. Ramming Toukijin down his throat and using Tensaiga to revive him only to kill him again. Walking over to Kagome he lightly shook her in an attempt to bring her out of her stupor, “look you know I'm not afraid of that ass, but lets be rational about this, you saw how angry Kouga was…”

 

That's all he had to say. Pulling away from him she ran to the girls side and began pulling off the remaining pieces of her shredded Kimono, “get me some water and some clean towels and bring me my first aid kit! Oh and tell Kaede to hurry her ass up!” Normally she would not have cursed the old Priestess, but her state of mind at this moment was one of near hysteria.

 

Their home was utter chaos. Kagome was screaming orders from the bedroom while Inuyasha was tossing things around and demanding she tell him where the hell she put the bucket, and the towels. Things were thrown all over the floor, large drops of blood trailed from outside, across the sitting room to their bedroom. From the looks of it you would've thought a bloody typhoon had ran through the place.

 

Stepping slowly into the house, Kaede glanced at Inuyasha then looked away quickly as a deep blush crept over her cheeks, “how is she?” She questioned while trying not to stare at the half dressed hanyou.

 

Turning on her abruptly, “How in the fuck do you think she's doing?” He snapped while shoving the first aid kit and towels into her hand, “She's back there with Kagome, I'm going to get some water!” Stopping at the door he said softly, “you have to save her.” Perhaps it wasn't just the thought of what his brother would do that made him want to do everything with in his power to save the girl; maybe it was the fact that she was carrying a hanyou pup, or was it just that he had spent too much time with Kagome and it was making him soft. Or maybe…just maybe he felt that somehow this was his fault. If he would've stopped her when she first left the house, or went and checked on her when he had planned to. `Feh' He thought as he raced towards the river.

 

It only took him a matter of minutes to retrieve the water and return. As he cleared the tree line he came to a halt, “well it's about damn time you all came back!” He yelled at the Monk and Slayer whom were dismounting the fire cat.

 

Having noticed remnants of the hanyou's wind scar as they flew over Sango stated, “Inuyasha what…” but she stopped mid sentence as she took in his appearance. His disheveled hair, the blood covering his chest, the way his hakama rode low on his hips revealing a few black curls. Turning quickly away from him, she buried her face into her husbands' chest and prayed that he wouldn't notice the blush that she was sure covered her entire body.

 

“What in the hell is wrong with you?” The hanyou stated irritably as he came to a stop in front of them.

 

“Uhm, I think it would have something to do with your appearance, my friend.” Miroku replied with smirk as he himself gave Inuyasha the once over.

 

Looking down at him self, “oh the blood isn't mine. Rin got attacked by that fucker.”

 

“That's not it.” The houshi replied with a nod towards his friends' crotch.

 

Glancing down again annoyingly the dog prince immediately noticed his mistake and blushed profusely. “Keh, whatever!” He replied as he stormed around his two friends and into the house. “Stupid bouza.” He mumbled out of utter embarrassment.

 

“Good your back!” Kagome exclaimed as she jumped up and took the bucket of water from him.

 

“So how does it look? Is she going to be okay?”

 

“We're going to have get her wounds cleaned and stitched if necessary then we'll just have to wait and see.” Kaede replied from the corner of the room where she was grinding together some foul smelling herbs.

 

Staring at him, the miko smiled then whispered, “Maybe you should put a shirt on.”

 

Blushing he replied, “Oh that.” Grabbing his inner and outer haori off the floor, “Sango's and Miroku are back.” He advised her as he glanced at the unconscious girl and silently thanked god that it wasn't Kagome. Stooping down beside the miko he quietly stared at her as she busied herself cleaning Rin's lacerations.

 

There weren't words to describe what he felt as he watched her. She was enchanting, graceful, and virtuous. She was everything that he had ever wanted. Every dream he ever had, every wish, every thought, every blessing was her…was Kagome…his Kagome…his intended. Leaning in he kissed her cheek gently, “your doing a great job.” He whispered reassuringly.

 

Smiling at him she blushed as she wiped a drop of sweat from her brow, “I'm doing the best I can.”

 

Standing to his feet he glanced one last time at her then at Rin, “I'll send Sango in to help out.” He said as he turned to leave.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

“Is that all?”

 

“As far as I know, yes.”

 

Sesshomaru stared at the Bokusenou; he couldn't believe that he had actually wasted his time coming all the way out here. Everything that was told to him, were things that he already knew. Figuring that he had wasted enough time he stated, “I wish you well.”

 

“Sesshomaru, might I ask you one question?”

 

Stopping the white lord glanced over his shoulder, “you may.”

 

His branches swayed with the breeze as he contemplated the proper way of posing his question. It had been ages since he last saw the Inu Lord, so when he appeared out of no where during the early morning hours he was more than a little intrigued as to what had brought his old friends' son this far out of his lands.

 

When the stoic one asked the first question concerning mating rituals between humans and demons, he could've fallen flat on his ass and would've, if he had legs. He never in a million millenniums would have thought that Sesshomaru would take a human as his mate. After the `fit' he threw when his father took Izayoi, it surely came as somewhat more than a shock. “Why would you of all people choose a human for a mate?”

 

Turning to face his timeless acquaintance, “why would you of all people question my choice?”

 

Chuckling, “I know for a fact that Inutaisho taught you that you never answer a question with a question.”

 

“And I'm sure he taught you that you never challenge someone that could erase you from this earth with out breaking a sweat.”

 

His braches swayed soothingly about them, “calm down my friend. I only ask because was it not you that foretold your father's demise when he advised you of his intentions with the human?”

 

Walking over to the age-old tree so that he was under its flourishing branches, the white lord did not speak; instead he tilted his head to the side a little and wore a mask that said, `you have my attention'.

 

“I only wish to know what has caused this change in you. I doubt you would have a problem finding a youkai female that would bear you many pups, if that is all that you so desire.”

 

“Have I said anything to you to make you think such?”

 

“Of course not, and you have yet to answer my question.”

 

Smirking, which was something he rarely ever did the white lord replied, “Perhaps I've changed in some small way.” He didn't say it because he truly believed it. It was said more as away to deter any further questioning.

 

The eternal demon closed his eyes and digested his young friends statement for a moment before he spoke again, “Just remember that just because you might have changed, the world around you has not. It's still just as prejudice as it was the day your father took his mate.”

 

Sesshomaru stored away that statement for contemplation at a later date; right now he just wanted to get back to Rin. He had already been gone a little more than a day. Glancing up he could tell by the position of the sun that it was almost midday. “I will remember that.”

 

“I hope that you will. Now before you go I must ask again, why would you choose a human mate?”

 

With a thoughtful frown the Lord of Dogs turned, “I didn't really have a choice in the matter. She chose me.” As the last words slipped from his lips, he realized just how truthful that statement really was. She had chosen him many years ago, so regardless of whether he had mated with her a week ago or waited, eventually they would've mated.

 

A hearty chuckle echoed from deep with in the belly of the ageless oak as his branches shook joyously, “When I asked your father that question, he replied in the same manner.”

 

Looking at Bokusenou from the corner of his eye, Sesshomaru turned and strolled slowly away. “I bid you farewell.”

 

`I pray that you will heed my warning, young dog lord.' Thought the timeless tree as he watched him take his energy form then disappear. “As I you, my young friend…As I you.”

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

He materialized at the base of the tree where he had stored away the undead miko. Glancing down at his chest he carefully ran his fingers over the wounds that the half-breed had inflicted on him with his barbaric sword. Though they were already healing it still intrigued him.

 

In all the time that he had roamed this land he had never been injured in any fashion by anyone. So to see his own blood and his flesh torn open really fascinated him. `He may prove to be a bigger obstacle than I thought.' Pinching the tender skin together he flinched as the dull throbbing pain increased. `That bastard!'

 

Sure he was frustrated with the happenings of the early morning hours, but he was more upset with himself. He couldn't believe that he got so enthralled in his resentment for the white lord that he almost ruined his own plan. He wasn't worried about the hag or her decrepit arrow, what bothered him was the hanyou's sword. `If I had stayed a second longer…' He couldn't continue that thought. To admit that he had almost been killed was like admitting defeat, and that was just something he could not…he would not do. `Pfft, a world with out me is like a world where there is neither sun nor moon. That will never happen. I'll make sure of it.'

 

Still the thought that the Lord of Dogs had not only mated with the girl, but also impregnated her, pissed him off. He wanted to be the one to take her virginity, to drink of her sweet nectar…he wanted to etch memories of him self across her soul while her body trembled beneath him. He felt like his failures were being rubbed in his face! His inability to ravage her body the first time he saw her…his inadequacy to defend himself against that miserable dog on their first encounter. `If I had been strong enough then, I could've disposed of him and this…this bullshit...!'

 

If he wasn't so arrogant he would've admitted that his pride and ego were bruised, but that would have been with out a doubt, an understatement. The only thing left for him to do, was to redeem himself, as best he could.

 

Grinding his teeth together he brutally squeezed the skin of his torn flesh between his fingers in an effort to distract his mind. In a sick sort of way the pain was rather welcoming. It was something that he had never really experienced before. It was erotic, intoxicating and in all honesty, rather arousing. Still he couldn't help but to admit that he would prefer not to ever feel this again, at least not at the hands of an enemy. `Who would have thought something like this would arouse me?' He thought as he absentmindedly caressed his member through the material of his hakama. “I need to feed.” He whispered.

 

Glancing around the forest he listened intently for the sound of the sweet hushed voices of his prey. Or the soft crunch of their feet against the forest floor, but he found none. “Oh well, since they won't come to me, I'll go to them.” He stated quietly as he leaped into the high branches of the tree landing effortlessly next to the sleeping priestess.

 

`Useless.' He thought as he eyed her. What thoroughly upset him about the woman in question was that as hungry as he was, there wasn't a damn thing she could do for him! He thought about making her kiss him down there, but just the thought of her mouth anywhere near him was enough to make him gag. He also entertained the idea that maybe if he let her play with it, it would relieve some of the pressure, but once again he thought better of it.

 

When he fed, it was always more than just sex. It was the warmth of the other's body, the feel of their skin against his own, it was the way his preys' eyes glazed over as she climaxed, it was knowing that once the act was complete she would always crave him. But more than that, it was the feeling of being connected to someone if only for a few moments. Yet with this woman…this relic, there was nothing to be connected to.

 

Reaching over, he slapped her across the face, “Get up!” He ordered.

 

Moaning weakly she slowly opened her eyes. At first she didn't recognize her surrounding, but all it took was one look at him and everything came back, “aren't you dead yet?”

 

Looking out over the treetops, he chuckled, `if she knew how close I came she would probably rejoice.' Patting her thigh soothingly he inquired, “wishful thinking?”

 

“Hoping is more like it.” She shot back heatedly.

 

“Trust me, before I go anywhere, I'm going to make sure that your presence in this world has been expunged.”

 

She glared at him, not really caring for his threats. If he was going to kill her then he needed to just get it over with! “Why waste your time? I'll be dead soon anyway.”

 

Glancing at her out the corner of his eye he smirked, “I guess that nap rejuvenated more than your borrowed souls.” Pulling her so close to him that she was merely a kiss away he whispered, “do I need to bite out your tongue, or are you smart enough to hold it?”

 

“It doesn't matter what you do to me, my days are numbered.” She hissed as she glared defiantly at him.

 

Shoving her roughly against the trunk of the tree, “I could easily shorten that for you, if you wish it so.”

 

She realized for the first time, that although he tortured her, threatened her life, and belittled her; he still needed her for something. For what, she did not know. Snickering quietly she stated as if bored, “Do your worst.”

 

`Soon you bitch, soon.' He thought as he looked away and into the horizon. It had been a shitty start to his day but perhaps it would end much better if he stuck to his plan.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

The hanyou paced back and forth irritably. He was annoyed that it had been more than a few hours and still, neither one of the girls had come to tell him anything of Rin's condition. When he went into the room to give the water to Kagome he still sensed the aura of the pup, his brothers' mate carried, but it was weak…a lot weaker than before. That concerned him more than a little bit.

 

He also still hadn't figured out why Jouyoku attacked her. `She's mated and pregnant, he had to have known that! So then why did he attack her? We haven't heard of him being a murderer or even physically hurting anyone, so why start with her?' The entire situation perplexed him. “Damn, what's taking them so long?” He snapped as he stormed up the newly repaired steps of his house, but was stopped by Miroku.

 

“Relax my friend. If it was bad news, I'm sure we would have been informed by now.” He had been sitting for the last few minutes trying to digest everything that he had been told. How could Rin still be attacked after mating with Sesshomaru? What was Jouyoku hoping to accomplish? Did this mean that Sango was still in danger? `No this can't be. We're married…we've consummated our joining…she's no longer a virgin…she's not a virgin…damn it she's not a virgin!' He thought angrily.

 

He hadn't come back to the village for this! He came back so that his wife could confront Kouga…so that they could put this behind them and begin their lives as a married couple. Inhaling deeply he closed his eyes, `Buddha has brought us this far, he will not forsake us now.' Slowly exhaling he repeated this thought again in an attempt to quiet the frantic voices that whispered, `he's going to take her from you. Your marriage means nothing to him.' Shaking his head he stood quickly to his feet as if he was about to take off in a fast sprint.

 

“Oi, you okay?” Inuyasha asked after noticing the manner in which the monks' body stiffened and the rapid increase of his breathing and heart rate.

 

For a moment he had forgotten that the hanyou was there. Shaking his head he stuttered, “Y…yeah I'm fine.” He lied. All of a sudden he felt anxious, nervous, maybe even a little scared. He wanted to run into the house, grab Sango and run back to the Monastery where they were happy, where none of this really mattered, where he had erased the nightmares of that monster…that freak…that bastard! Grinding his teeth together he mentally berated himself, `Stop it! Your being selfish, this isn't just about you and Sango. Think about Inuyasha and Kagome! Think about Rin, she's in there beaten and bloodied and all you can think about is grabbing Sango and running?'

 

Staring at his friend out the corner of his eye, Inuyasha reluctantly sat down. He knew something was bothering him, or rather tearing at him, but he wasn't the type to pry. So instead he would sit and wait. He knew the Monk would be spilling his guts within a matter of minutes.

 

“What does he want? Why is he doing this?” Miroku whispered as he stared off into the forest.

 

The hanyou did not reply.

 

“He only goes after virgins, right?” Stepping down so that he was standing in the grass he continued, “If Rin's mated…why did he attack her…why was his attack so vicious, so hateful…what does he want Inuyasha…what does he want?”

 

He wished that there was some answer he could give him, but there wasn't. He was just as much in the dark as the rest of them. They thought that by mating with the girls it would keep them safe, but now this happened. `What are we missing?' He thought, but in response to the question, he sighed.

 

“You know, when I bedded Sango, I thought I was erasing this monster from her life. I thought that we were going to be starting over…”

 

Cutting the houshi off Inuyasha blurted, “Feh, the only thing we can do now is keep an eye on them.”

 

Turning around angrily, “don't you see? We have been doing that! For the love of god, Rin was less than 3 yards from your front door and he still got to her! My God Inuyasha, what is he? When is this going to stop?”

 

The Inu Prince stared at him, unmoving. He understood his confusion, his pain but he didn't have time to dwell on that. Unlike him and Sango, he and Kagome had yet to mate, and to make matters worst, from the position of the sun he had about 4 more hours before his human night started.

 

The breeze blew around him tossing his hair over his shoulders, and sending shivers down his spine. He stood slowly to his feet as he looked off in the direction of where he had found Rin. He sniffed once, twice, three times, “Sesshomaru”.

 

Miroku felt it as well. The surge in the youkai aura, the indescribable power…the anger. “Damn, is that him?” He had known the white lord was powerful, but this…this was something totally different. Had Sango and Kagome not been in the house, he was sure he would have disappeared in the opposite direction dragging the hanyou behind him.

 

Stepping down so that he was on level ground with his companion Inuyasha stated in a matter of fact tone, “That's right, you missed the show Kouga put on, didn't you.”

 

Before Miroku could respond the air around them froze as if time itself had stopped. There was no birds chirping or frogs croaking, there was not a rustle of the leaves, or a swish of the river. He could hear his heart beating with in his chest, and feel his blood rushing through his veins. `How is this possible?'

 

Appearing out of thin air, Sesshomaru materialized in front of them. In his hand he held a bloodied piece of Rin's ripped Kimono. His face was barren of any and all emotion; his aura crackled and sizzled violently around him yet his demeanor was that of a statue made of hot ice. His head tilted slightly to the side as he stared at the monk then to his brother. He made no sound, not a growl, or a sigh, not at a grunt or hiss. There was no movement from him, not a blink of his eyes, flair of his nostrils, or a quirk of his brow. His chest didn't rise nor fall, he just stood there, waiting, contemplating, listening, and deciding whom he would kill first.

 

Until Next…(damn, you guys are catching up fast, perhaps I should slow the updates down a little, that would match the rate in which some of you review…lol)