InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ To Have and To Hold ( Chapter 40 )

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Chapter 40: To have and To Hold

 

The smell of her blood enveloped every orifice of his body, from the tiniest nerve to the largest organ. His mind fed the rage that was slowly boiling within him, telling him that she had been injured because of their impuissance and weakness!

 

This half demon that he had entrusted his mates safety to…his only brother…his half brother…this pathetic bastard had allowed harm to come to his mate! He had allowed her blood to coat that clearing! It was because of him that her clothing was ripped from her body! He allowed her to shed tears, which even now, clogged his nostrils!

 

He had always been a youkai that could still his resolve at will, but from the moment he neared the village…from the moment he caught the first whiff of her blood on the wind, his vision blurred, all coherent thought not involving her, left his mind, his composure crumbled leaving his soul feeling utterly decimated.

 

What happened? Who attacked her? Was it some random youkai or was it Jouyoku? Why was she out there alone? Hadn't he told her to stay with Inuyasha? Didn't the half-breed know enough about Inu-Youkai law to know that he would be held responsible, should any harm come to her? These things did not concern him. He only saw red, the color of her blood, which coated the torn piece of material grasped tightly in his hand.

 

He stared unblinking from the Houshi to the bastard he believed responsible for this atrocity while scenting the area around him. He could smell her; he could hear her heart beating weakly from within the small but quaint house. He heard the miko and her friend talking quietly about Rin's condition, he sensed the older miko as well and then…and then his mind slowed as he focused more intently on his mates' breathing, her heartbeat. `What is that?'

 

There was another much smaller aura vibrating from her; there was an extra weak almost nonexistent heartbeat. `She's…' his mind wouldn't let him finish that thought. His heart rammed against his ribcage so that it was all that he heard, his blood pulsed violently through his veins as the last shred of sanity dropped away!

 

He charged forward, before either the monk or the hanyou had a chance to react. Punching Miroku in the jaw he sent him hurling off to the side. He then grabbed Inuyasha by his neck and threw him into a large tree that sat at the edge of the forest.

 

“What the fuck?” Yelled the dog prince as his back connected with the tree causing a slight crack to appear. Before he was able to recover Sesshomaru was on top of him pulling him up by the front of his haori.

 

“Worthless,” he hissed, as he pulled the reason for his rage so close to him that he could feel his breath against his face, “you were suppose to protect them.” He growled viciously.

 

Before the hanyou could retort he was head butted so hard that he momentarily blacked out.

 

True, the dog lord hadn't been aware of Rin's pregnancy until now, but he knew Inuyasha had to have known! He had been gone a little more than a day, and in that time any demon within scenting range of her would have known!

 

Snarling as if he was a rabid dog he launched himself at his semi-conscious half brother, elbowing him across the face, which sent him flying once more across the field.

 

“Sesshomaru, stop this!!” Miroku yelled. Groaning he fell to his knees as pain tore through the bones in his face. Clutching his jaw with both hands he watched in horror as the demon lord alternated between viciously kicking and unmercifully stomping his friend.

 

Ignoring the Monk, the furious dog lord stalked towards his prey, “you were suppose to protect her!” He growled. He no longer saw a brother, he didn't see a reluctant comrade…he only saw his anger, he saw disappointment, he saw failure. He had placed his trust in him; he had allowed him to protect his mate in his absence. To an Inu-Youkai there was no greater honor bestowed upon another. He was supposed to protect her with his life and nothing less! “You worthless insolent mutt, I should have drowned you when you were born!”

 

The hanyou's eyes snapped open when he realized his airway was being blocked. Craning his neck, he peered down at the foot on his neck, then up to the leg connected to that foot, he began to violently squirm and buck against the weight being forced down on him! He couldn't believe it!

Sesshomaru was stepping on his neck of all places! Well actually grinding his foot into it! In all the time that he had fought with him, he had never seen him look so hateful, so cold…so vicious…so determined to kill him! `For the love of…!' He thought exasperatedly.

 

While attempting to push the obstruction off of him so that he could get some air into his lungs, Inuyasha tried to reason with him, “Where in the fuck were you? She's your mate! You…you should have been here.” He snapped weakly then quickly realized that his method of reasoning wasn't really working, since there seemed to be even more pressure being applied to the already blocked area. He groaned painfully as he lost the hold that he had on the foot intent on severing his windpipe.

 

“Fuck, Sesshomaru I' m…” He had never apologized to anyone except Kagome and he didn't want to start now, but he knew deep down that this…what happened to Rin…

 

The girl had been left in his care, regardless of whether he liked it or not! Instead of focusing on mating with his bitch, he should have made sure that she was safe! He should have demanded that she remained in the house until someone was available to join her outside! The bottom line was he could've done more than he did and maybe she and her pup wouldn't be suffering right now, if he had. As much as he hated and would have loved to deny it, this was more or less, his fault.

 

Swallowing his pride he closed his eyes, “I'm…I'm sor…sor…

 

“Inuyasha!” Kagome screamed as she ran down the steps of their house with Sango following close behind. They had been in the process of redressing Rin when they heard Miroku's horrific cry for the Inu Lord to cease his actions. The sight before her filled her with nothing less than dread. `Please not again! Tonight is his human night he can't get hurt…he'll never survive!'

 

`Perfect timing!' The hanyou in question thought as he pushed upward shoving his brothers' foot off of him. Leaning to the side he inhaled desperately, “It wasn't my fault, damn it!” Rolling away from his opponent he staggered to his feet. “Fuck Sesshomaru, what are you trying to do? Kill me?” He knew that was a stupid question but he needed to buy some time so that he could gather his wits. Glancing at the fast approaching miko he unsheathed his fang and leveled it with the Lords' chest, “And I ain't no fucking mutt!”

 

Sesshomaru stared at him, his eyes glazed over with hatred and a need for vengeance. He wanted to punish him…he wanted to tear away every shred of dignity, pride, and self worth that he had. He wanted to make sure that he knew and understood the severity of what he had done…what he allowed to happen. Moving so fast that Inuyasha didn't see him coming, he latched on to the hanyou's neck, his claws digging into his flesh causing him to cry out in agony.

 

The hanyou's grip on his sword loosened so that it appeared to be simple resting in his hand. The only thing he could feel was the excruciating sensation of his flesh ripping, the muscled tissue of his neck being torn apart in an agonizingly slow manner. He couldn't fight, he could barely move. It was like the nerves that made his body function were being shredded. `What the hell is he doing to me?' That was the last thought that slipped through his befuddled mind as his head lulled back and his arms and legs convulsed of their own accord.

 

“Sesshomaru, please don't do this!” Kagome screamed as she neared the two. Latching on to his arm so that both her arms were wrapped around his own, “please, he didn't do anything wrong! It was Jouyoku! Inuyasha saved her!” She pleaded as tears pooled in her eyes.

 

The white lord didn't understand. Why would Jouyoku attack his mate? What would he have to gain? `His death has been sealed.' He thought angrily. Still this did nothing to appease him. This fight was between him and his so called brother! “Know your place, bitch!” The white lord hissed without looking away from the oxygen-deprived and seemingly unconscious half-breed.

 

Glancing at the man she loved, then back to his overly pissed off older brother she blurted, “Please, Rin needs you! Sesshomaru go to her, don't hurt Inuyasha for something he had nothing to do with, please…just…just go to her. Please!” She begged.

 

She could feel her miko energy building with in her veins, it pulsed and vibrated through her body begging for release. She didn't want to…she had never wanted to use her power against him or anyone else but to save her love…to save her friends, she would drain every ounce of it, if she had to.

 

Staring at him she pleaded with him with her eyes to not make her purify him…kill him. She didn't want to leave the young woman widowed after such a short mating period. `If I must, I will.' She thought sullenly as tears trailed down her cheeks. Tightening her hold on his arm, “don't make me do this…please just go to your mate and leave mine alone.”

 

Why did her words have such an effect on him? Was it because he could feel the pure energy building within her, filling her aura and promising him the end of his existence, as he knew it? More than that, perhaps she was right. He had yet to tend to his mate, he had been so consumed with the desire to wreak havoc upon the hanyou that he had been blinded to what was truly important, the well being of his mate and the life of his pup.

 

Baring his fangs at her he released Inuyasha and turned without as much as a word to her or anyone else. `This will not be forgiven nor forgotten!'

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

Leaving the condemned miko to her own endeavors high in the branches of what he labeled his `hide out', he decided that it would be best if he did not feed using any more women from the miko's village. After all hadn't he already drawn enough attention to himself?

 

Traveling on the Southeastern wind, he quickly came upon a small village that sat perfectly hidden from sight as if it was waiting on him and him alone.

 

Even at this moment he couldn't believe his luck. He had seemingly stumbled upon a group of four adolescent girls chatting enthusiastically near a small clearing.

 

He had taken his time with each of them. Allowing them to take in his every stroke, the rise and fall of his muscles, the groove of his back. He wanted each of them to know what to expect. He wanted them to understand that this act was not, for the most part, his way of punishing them; it was a way of rewarding them for being pure…for being women.

 

He ran his hand gently down the center of the third girls' chest as his member pulsed with in her, drinking in the last of her essence…her spirit. `Such weak beings, but just as sweet all the same.' He thought lethargically as he turned away from her and walked towards his final dish.

 

The girl stood frozen in place with nothing but her long jet-black hair adorning her petite body. She had unwilling stripped off her Kimono upon the youkai's arrival. She wasn't quite sure why she did it, she just felt compelled. Standing there, she watched as the magenta haired demon had his way with her sister and their friends. She wanted to run and shout for help but her body wouldn't obey her in the least.

 

Tears trailed slowly down her face as she watched in horror as he approached her. It was her turn to feel what the others had felt. She had stared at the faces of her companions' as he took his pleasure. Would she feel the same thing? Would she react in the same way? Would she be horrified in the beginning and desperate for his touch in the end? Did it really matter? Would an answer…any answer to her question make a difference?

 

His hands were trailing slowly up her abdomen, and across her stomach. She closed her eyes and prayed that this…what he had in store for her would be over just as quickly as it began. She knew there was no need to fight him, she had watched her best friend, Solano be ravaged by him and she was the strongest of them all. Therefore she knew there was nothing she, as weak and as meek as she was, could do, that would make a difference.

 

“Are you ready?” He inquired sweetly while walking slowly around her so that he was standing behind her. Brushing his lips against her ear, “your hair, like this, reminds me of someone that got away.” He knew she wouldn't respond so he continued, “though your beauty doesn't compare to hers in the least, you my darling, will do just fine as her replacement.” Not sparing another moment he ordered via his link, `Get down on your hands and knees.' Lowering himself behind her, he licked slowly up her spine to the nap of her neck. “Does that feel good? I'm sure it does, but that's nothing compared to what you're mere moments from experiencing.” He gloated.

 

`Dear Kami, please stop this! I'm thirteen, this…this isn't right! Momma said…Momma said that if ever I was in need, all I had to do was pray and I would be saved. Please I need you now! I need the protection of your arms…your shelter. Please strike this beast down for he is a vile creature and nothing less.' This was her prayer to the Gods above as she felt something soft yet stiff rub up and down the crack of her buttocks.

 

Jouyoku couldn't help the smirk that appeared across his face. Reaching around and under her he caressed her clit soothingly as he plunged his `god sent' into her causing a muffled scream to escape her. He snickered.

 

Her face hit the ground with such force that she bit down on her tongue. Pain raged through her rectum and up her spine! What had he done to her? Why was he…the gods punishing her? Tears streamed down her face as she glanced at the blood trailing slowly down the side of her inner thigh. Still she couldn't move.

 

Chuckling he stated insincerely, “oops, sorry about that. I guess I slipped.” While pulling her up so that she was balanced on her hands.

 

He had known all along what he was doing. He had never intentionally caused any of his dishes pain; however this girl…the one he had saved for last reminded him of her…one of the ones that got away…the lords charge.

 

Pulling out of her bleeding anus he rubbed her bottom gently almost apologetically with one hand while he repositioned his member to the entrance of her womanly nest. “Don't cry, I promise you this time I won't miss.” He stated, trying to sound as honest as humanly possible while entering her slowly, gently, and methodically. Her softness surrounded him, latched on to him begging him to go deeper and so he did.

 

She inhaled deeply in an attempt to make her body reject him, but it didn't…it wouldn't. Her body was his own to do with as he wished.

 

Grinning as if he was doing something deserving of praise he whispered, “See, I told you I wouldn't hurt you again.” Thrusting his hips forward he broke the barrier that proclaimed her a virgin. It was now time to make her touch the moon.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

He must have been standing there for an hour or more just staring at her. She lay stretched out on her back, her tiny body covered with a light sheet; her dark mane fell lifelessly over her shoulders. He watched her chest rise and fall and he silently thanked the heavens that her heartbeat was stronger than it was when he first arrived.

 

His eyes roamed over the long jagged claw marks on her arms, and the lacerations on the backs of her hands. He was sure she received them while trying to defend herself. That thought tore at him! She was his mate…Lady of the Western Lands…she should never have to defend herself from anything or anyone!

 

This wasn't supposed to happen to her! Inuyasha was supposed to protect her! `I was supposed to protect her, she's my mate.' Stepping closer to her he balled up his fist in anger, `How dare he touch you? Leaving these hideous scars on your beautiful body? If this Sesshomaru would never lift a finger against you in anger, what gives him the right?' Closing his eyes, he tried to control his temper that was steadily rising uncontrollably with every minute that ticked by.

 

Determined not to continue his line of thinking, he knelt beside the bed. Resting his palm gently on her abdomen he thought, `mine', as he turned his attention to the fetus growing with in her womb. This Sesshomaru is the father of a half-breed, a hanyou, and heir to the Western Lands, how is this possible?' It wasn't that he didn't know how it happened; he just couldn't believe that he didn't sense it the morning he dropped her off. `This must have happened the night we spent beneath the weeping willow.'

 

Pressing his hand firmly against her he tried to lend some of his aura to his offspring. He knew Rin would make it, but the pup was another story.

 

He didn't truly understand why he was feeling his chest tighten or his heart rate quicken, but he had to admit that for the first time in his life he was afraid. `Is this how you felt, father? Was it this, which drove you to your death, the fear that a child that you had sired would not take its first breath? Did you fear for Izayoi's safety as I do for Rin? Is this what it feels like to have something to protect?'

 

Closing his eyes he concentrated on locating a heartbeat or at least some trace of his son or daughters' aura.

 

Faint as it was he felt something pulse slightly against the nerves of his palm, `so you are a fighter as well.' He thought with a relieved scowl, at least now he knew that there was still hope.

 

Of course he had no idea if this would work or not, but what else could he do when there was no way for him to hold him or her. He couldn't just pull out the healing sword and save it, but at least he could let it feel his power…his youkai…his aura, and hopefully it would feed on what he was lending.

 

Knowing that something like this had never been done before, he prayed that by the grace of the Gods, it would work. Tenseiga pulsed sending a gentle jolt in to his fingers, and he knew that his father's fang was helping him save his child…his hanyou…his pup. `Father, this Sesshomaru thanks you.'

 

Moaning Rin turned her head slowly from side to side. Her body felt weird like something was invading her, causing tingles to spread from her center out to her fingertips and down to her toes. She whimpered not knowing what or why she was feeling this. Then she remembered something the vicious demon had said, `You will beg for mercy as I rip your child from your womb!' With out thinking, she reached down and attempted to rest her hand on her abdomen. Feeling a hand that shouldn't have been there her eyes snapped open, “Please no! Leave me alone!” She screamed trying to shove the violator away.

 

“You would tell your mate to leave you alone?” Sesshomaru asked in a monotone voice. He knew she was confused about where she was, but what disturb him most was why she would struggle against his hand, 'does she know that she's with child?' Glancing up at her he smiled wanly, “Rin, be still.”

 

His voice quieted her mind, even though her eyes hadn't focused enough to see him. “Milord?” She whispered as she reached down and grabbed his hand. “Please forgive me. I only wanted to take a walk, I…I tried to stop him.”

 

He stared at her as she tried to explain why she was in such this condition, but in all honesty he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that she would be okay. “Its okay, there is nothing to forgive. Now lie back and rest, you have been severely injured.” His focus at the moment was first and foremost their pup; he would tend to her needs when he was sure that the little one would survive.

 

Laying back she whispered as she tightened her hold on the sleeve of his Haori, “He hates you.”

 

The Inu Lord did not respond, but instead waited for her to continue.

 

“He said that I was a whore for giving myself to you and that…and that …he was going to rip out my baby.” Her eyes were closed and her mind was slowly slipping back into darkness, but her lips kept moving, “He was so angry with me. Why was he angry? Why my love…why?” She finished in an inaudible whisper as she slipped away once more, this time wrapped in a blanket of security.

 

`Something to protect.' He mumbled repeatedly in an attempt to quell his anger once more. He understood now. She had been attacked because she was mated to him! This beast that calls himself, Jouyoku obviously harbored some kind of hatred towards him, and required revenge.

 

Removing his hand after making sure that the aura of the fetus had indeed gotten stronger, he laid his Mokomoko-sama across her and sat on the floor beside the bed. `Since he couldn't get to me, he took out his anger on her! He knew she was mated, as well as with pupped, and still he attacked her! He threatened to kill my pup…He attempted to murder my mate…that vile beast!' He thought vengefully!

 

At this moment he wanted nothing more than to storm out of there and spend the rest of his days hunting that creature down. However, one glance to his left, told him that it would have to wait, he had something to protect.

 

Reaching up he grasped her hand and squeezed it gently as he let his head fall back against the wall, he would wait until she was better and then…and only then would he seek his revenge.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

Kagome sat in the grass a little ways away from her house with Inuyasha's head in her lap. Sango sat beside her with Miroku positioned in the same manner except she was holding a wet cloth over his face, doing her best not to apply pressure to his jaw.

 

He flinched and tried to pull away, but the slayer held tight to him, “Miroku you have to remain still, I think your jaw might be broken.”

 

Since it hurt too much to actually speak his only reply was a sarcastic, `no…really? You're a genius my sweet wife.'

 

“Why did he have to hit him? We weren't even here when she was attacked.” The slayer stated her face set in a deep scowl.

 

`Because he's an ass!' Replied the monk. He hated not being able to talk, but he hated the unbearable pain that ran consistently through every fiber of his face a lot more. `Please, Kaede hurry up with that tea!' He begged silently as he tried not to cry like a baby.

 

“I think he just wanted him out of the way, while he attacked Inuyasha.” The miko stated while soothingly stroking one of the hanyou ears. `If I hadn't come outside when I did, would he have killed you? If he hadn't taken my threat seriously…' That was too much for her to think about.

 

“How is she?” The hanyou asked with out opening his eyes. He had been lying there replaying what he could remember from his altercation with his older brother. The only thing that really stood out was the sound of his voice when he said, `you were suppose to protect her!' It was filled with so much pain and anger that it chilled him to the bone. Then there was the look in his eyes as he tried to squeeze the life out of him, he looked so enraged, so violent, almost to the point of transforming.

 

`He's right this was my fault. If I had stopped her from leaving…If I had just gone after her maybe I would've been able to stop the attack and kill that bastard once and for all!' As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he deserved what he got, if not more. Had it been Kagome, he knew that neither hell nor high water would have been able to control or stop him. `Damn, I really fucked up this time.' He thought solemnly.

 

Looking down, the miko rubbed the side of his cheek, “We got all of her wounds cleaned, and stitched the deep ones, but she was still unconscious when we came out here.”

 

Sighing softly Inuyasha closed his eyes and tried not to think about the damage he had just done to the already tattered relationship he had with his brother. `If he didn't want me dead before, I know he definitely wants it now, and the sad thing is, I can't blame him. If his pup dies…if Rin doesn't recover…' Opening his eyes he stared up at the love of his life, `…if Rin doesn't survive I deserve nothing less than death.'

 

He was well aware of the rules of the Inu-youkai. The girl was left in his care; therefore he was supposed to protect her as if he was protecting his own mate. He knew that, and perhaps that's why he was so upset when he found her there the other morning. How was he supposed to keep an eye on her and watch Kagome at the same time? There was no way for him to be in two places at once. What if he had left to seek out Rin only to come back and find Kagome gone…missing…taken? Then what would he have done? Who would he have had to blame? Where would that have left him?

 

There were no answers for any of the questions that plagued him, so instead, he rolled over onto his side and buried his face in the miko's lap. All he wanted was for this day to end.

 

Kagome knew he was upset, though she didn't know exactly what part of what had happened was upsetting him more. `Could it be the fact that he wasn't able to protect Rin? Or is it the fight with Sesshomaru? But then again it is the night of the new moon.' Rubbing the back of his head she didn't even think to have him adjust his face even though she could clearly feel his breath blowing through the material of her sweat pants onto her bare crotch. `Oh my, I didn't put any panties on!'

 

Wrapping one arm around her waist he pulled her closer to him and tried to lose himself within the scent that wafted from her, causing his minds eye to glaze over.

 

“I sure hope Kaede hurry's up with those bandages. I need to make a cast for Miroku's jaw before it gets any worse.” The Slayer stated while rubbing his chest in a circular motion as if it would help to ease some of his pain.

 

`For the love of Buddha, is she saying that this can get worse!' The injured monk wanted to scream.

 

Glancing over at the houshi, “in my time, when someone breaks their jaw it's usually months before they can talk or eat solid foods.” Reaching over she gently touched the side of his face. Noticing the way his eyes widened and the way he flinched, Kagome stated as if it was the simplest thing to figure out, “Yep, it's broken.”

 

`Months without talking?' Miroku thought despairingly.

 

“Kagome was do you mean?” The slayer inquired worriedly, as if she hadn't comprehended what the young lady just told her.

 

“Well, it means that once we make the cast for his jaw he will only be able to drink water or tea and slurp up soft foods through a straw. Which I believe I have in my bag, but he should be alright in time.”

 

`Well, she sure makes this sound like a cake walk!' He hissed in his mind. Of course he was not normally this sarcastic, but they seemed to be taking this a little too well for his taste! Staring into the woods, his thoughts froze. Squinting, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, `Oh holy hell, this can't be! Is that…Is that Kik…Kikyo?' Fighting through the pain he sat up and leaned forward, sure enough there she was. He could make out the red and white of the Priestess garments she always wore. Not sparing another moment, he reached back and yanked Sango forward by the front of her Kimono.

 

“What in the hell are you doing, Monk?” She yelled while trying to fight him off. “I know I'm your wife, but that doesn't mean you can manhandle me!”

 

He tried to move his mouth but just the thought of the pain that it would bring stopped him. So instead he pointed and nodded vigorously in the direction the undead miko was coming from.

 

She was staggering slowly, both her hands clamped down on both sides of her neck. Her head was hung low as if she was hiding her face or was she too weak to lift it?

 

“Kikyo” Sango whispered as she stared in the direction of where her husband was pointing.

 

Inuyasha's head snapped up, as did Kagome's. “What in the hell…” The hanyou whispered.

 

The woman was still a good distance away from them, but they knew it was she.

 

Standing up the hanyou grabbed Kagome and pushed her behind him, “stay here, she's already tried to kill you once already.”

 

“Yeah, well she tried to kill you too.” Kagome challenged as she stepped around so that she was standing next to him. “What does she want? Why is she here? She almost looks like she's been attacked.”

 

Hearing that, the Inu prince took a subconscious step towards her, but quickly stepped back. `Not this time, I've made my decision, and she solidified it for me.' Grasping the miko's hand he pulled her closer to him, “whatever you do, don't let go.” He whispered as he watched the dead miko come to a stop at the edge of the forest.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

His intention was to wait until nightfall before he returned back to the village to retrieve what he had laid verbal claim to. However, after leaving the four girls he felt rejuvenated, elated, ecstatic and powerful beyond his means. He would not wait; his plan would be put into action immediately.

 

After retrieving his repulsive pawn, he directed her to walk while he trailed a few steps behind her. He then instructed her to stop at the edge of the forest, promising her a gruesome death should she even attempt to make contact with or warn the hanyou.

 

They were close; he could feel them, all of them. The hanyou, the girl Sango that got away and the man that had recently taken her virginity. He could also feel the Lord of dogs nearby as well as his charge.

 

That caused him to chuckle. He wondered just what the lord of mutts had done when he found out that it was him that had attacked his mate. Brushing that aside he homed in on the aura of the miko, the gorgeous dark haired beauty that would service him for an eternity.

 

Making sure not to alert anyone as to his arrival, he made sure that his scent blended with the forest around him. This plan…his final plan had to work, there were no other options.

 

He watched as the undead miko stepped into the light and stopped, that was his cue, but he would wait a moment longer to see if the hanyou would take the bait of his own freewill.

 

He heard the idle chatter of the group and the disbelief lacing all of their voices as they took turns speaking about why the miko would show her self here, at this time. Quite honestly it tickled him like nothing ever had, to know that they hadn't a clue as to what they were in store for.

 

When he had heard enough he stepped slowly into the light. Eyeing the group standing a few feet away from him, he smiled innocently as he came to a stop behind and to the right of Kikyo.

 

“J…Jouyoku” Kagome whispered as if in a trance.

 

Inuyasha shoved her behind him, “don't even think about it wench, I'll cut you down where you stand.” This was truly a new level of over protectiveness for him. Though he had to admit, he meant exactly what he said; before he saw her with that demon he would take her life and his own, shortly thereafter.

 

Sango immediately shrank back, cowering behind Miroku, “please god no, not again.” She whispered as she buried her face in the back of his robe. All the while trying to fight off the memories that seemed to be rushing back to her.

 

Miroku glared at the youkai wanting nothing more than to shout every obscenity that he had ever heard from Inuyasha. He wished at this moment that he still had his wind tunnel because he would surely solve this problem easily. Balling up his fist in anger he hissed mentally, `That bastard!'

 

With chivalrous bow, the magenta haired youkai eyed them all slowly. His eyes came to rest on the slayer. “I see you have found refuge in the arms of another, sweet Sango.”

 

`Don't you fucking speak to her!' The monk shouted in his head. Stepping forward with his hands balled into tight fist he prayed that Buddha would grant him one last use of his wind tunnel.

 

Grunting arrogantly, the demon Casanova looked around the fuming houshi, “it matters not. You weren't that good of a fuck anyway.” He stated more as a way to taunt the man he knew she had given herself to.

 

Growling, the Monk stepped forward again, determined to get his hands on the man that had caused his wife so much heartache.

 

“Miroku, don't do it. Can't you see that, that's what he wants you to do?” Inuyasha stated, while holding tight to Kagome, whom was still standing behind him, her face hidden in his long silver hair.

 

“Ah, you must be the infamous Inuyasha that my dear Kikyo has told me so much about. It's wonderful to finally meet you.” He stated, sounding like he was meeting a friend of someone he was wooing.

 

`Is this fucker crazy? He has to know, that I know that he attacked Rin this morning!' The hanyou didn't respond to his question. He just stood there staring, well, rather glaring daggers into him, waiting for his true intentions to show.

 

Smirking, Jouyoku slapped himself softly, “Oh, how could I forget. Please accept my sincerest apology for what happened to that ripe young girl this morning; I believe her name to be, Rin.” Chuckling he continued, “I don't know what came over me, I just…” Closing his eyes briefly as if he was thinking of the right words to say, “…I just had to have her. I'm sure you of all people can understand that, hanyou.”

 

Grinding his teeth together at the mention of his sister-in-laws name and the way the youkai appeared to be making light of what he had done, he almost let go of Kagome. “Why you low life son of a bastard! How dare you stand there and act like it was a fucking accident! You knew she was fucking mated! You knew she was…was pupped!”

 

Kagome whispered in disbelief, “Rin's pregnant.”

 

Openly laughing at the hanyou's anger, Jouyoku pulled Kikyo close to him, so that she was standing with her back flush against him, “Oh that? Please send the Lord of mutts my deepest apologies for not being able to rip that abomination from her womb.” He didn't really care whether the child was a full demon, human or a half-breed, regardless of what it was; the outcome would have been the same. However this statement was said to piss off the half demon more than anything else.

 

Why in the fuck hasn't Sesshomaru come out here? I know he can hear this!' Glancing up at the slowly setting sun he inwardly grimaced, `I don't have much longer. Fuck!' “Feh, I'm sure he'll be here shortly, why don't you tell him yourself!” The hanyou replied with a smirk.

 

In a very diplomatic, almost compromising tone, Jouyoku stated, “Enough of the small talk! I have a proposition for you, half-breed!” Licking sloppily up the side of the dead miko's face he continued, “Perhaps it will allow the both of us to get what we truly…desire.”

 

Until Next Time…(Damn, now that was a long ass chapter!! Please don't forget to review!!)