InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Destiny ❯ Aftermath ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Nightscare0 
The title says it all.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.04.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 294 | Status: Work In Progress
The title says it all.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.04.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 294 | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter 1- Aftermath
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A lone figure stood on the grassy plains. The moonlight cast an illuminating aura around the powerful taiyouki, as an unseen wind whipped the hair gently around his regale face. Golden iridescent eyes narrowed at the carnage that was unfolded around him, and a small breeze brought to him the smell of blood and destruction. Turning his back, he made a subtle motion with his head, that immediately brought his lowly servant scurrying to do his beck and call.
“My lord Sesshoumaru! What would you in your infinite wisdom ask of this lowly Jaken?”
Not sparing the toad a glance he replied, “Jaken, I want you to escort Rin and Ah-Uh back to the castle.”
“H-ha-has something happened my lord?”, he stammered. Jaken looked around fearfully from behind his staff of two heads.
Turning fully to face his curious servant, Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes. “You were given an order, yet you are still standing here.”
Though his voice was low and calm, Jaken felt ice form in his veins from the intensity of his master’s gaze. He let loose a shiver.
Falling prostrate to the ground Jaken replied, “Yes my lord, this humble servant will gladly do as you requested. No task is too big for your most faithful servant. Consider it done!”, he rambled on. “This Jaken would do anything for you Lord Sesshoumaru! I will fulfill my duty!” Getting lost in his proclamation, Jaken lifted his eyes off the ground to find the lord in question nowhere in sight. Hurriedly, he straightened himself and scampered rather ungracefully back to Ah-Uh to fulfill his so-called life’s work.
“Master Jaken where is Lord Sesshoumaru going?”, asked Rin as she sat atop Ah-Uh’s back. She had seen the encounter between Jaken and Lord Sesshoumaru, and had to hide a grin at the sight of Jaken talking to thin air.
“Hush Rin! It is not your place to question my Lord’s wishes! Such an insolent child!”, scolded Jaken. “Lord Sesshoumaru obviously has something important to do and doesn’t need a pesky human whelp meddling in his affairs!”
“Rin is sorry master Jaken.”, replied a solemn Rin.
“You should be!”, huffed the rather indignant toad. “Lord Sesshoumaru has instructed me to take you back to the castle, and I shall do so. Then I shall return and provide service at my master’s side!” He puffed out his chest proudly.
Rin rolled her eyes at the toad‘s antics, as she reached out her hand to help pull him up onto Ah-Uh’s back. Once situated, she leaned over and whispered in the dragon youkai’s ear. The dragon gave a loud grunt and nodded it’s two heads. With a final snort out of it’s twin set of nostrils the youkai unfurled it’s mighty wings, lifted into the sky, and headed back to the castle of the Western Lands.
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Removing his thoughts from his imprudent servant to the issue at hand, Sesshoumaru began to make his way through the now decimated village. Smoke filled his delicate nose, and he wrinkled it in disgust. Though he could care less about the fate of the pitiful ningins who had inhabited the village, the fact that a demon dare invade his lands and wreak this kind of havoc without the thought of retribution was simply intolerable.
Slowly he strolled through the once prosperous village, his face showing no signs of emotion as his eyes took in the mutilated corpses of livestock and human alike strewn about like grotesque jig-saw pieces. Still burning embers fell to the ground around him, the wind shifting direction ever so slightly to blow the smoke in little tendrils around his feet. Though the ash and smog made seeing rather difficult, his superior vision picked out something on the ground a few feet in front of him. Bending down, he closely examined a scuffed footprint in the bloodied ground next to an ox hindquarter. Sniffing lightly, he tried to find the discernable scent of the demon who had tramped by here, but strangely he could find none. He raised an eyebrow. ‘A demon that has no scent, perplexing indeed.’
Expanding his acute senses to the surrounding area he detected a faint and fading heartbeat. Raising himself, he concentrated on the sound. It was coming from a large pile of debris not far from where he now stood. Placing his claws around the hilt of Toukijin, he prepared himself and walked towards the only sound of life present. Reaching the pile of debris, he could hear a small moaning coming from within. Cautiously, he moved his foot and kicked some of the rubble aside. What he found was a small broken and battered elderly ningin woman desperately in the throes of her last breaths.
He stared down at her, his face impassive. “You are dying, so tell me quickly what I need to know. Did you see this demon who attacked your village?”
The woman fought to catch a lungful of air. “I did see it.” she wheezed. “But it was like no demon I had ever seen before.”
“I have no time for games wench, explain yourself.” he growled.
“My time on this earth is almost complete. There is something else. You must listen to what I have to say . . . .” She was interrupted by a strong hand grasping her throat. She was unmercifully yanked upwards into air, and Sesshoumaru flexed his claws until he felt tiny rivulets of blood soak his fingertips.
“Do not presume to tell this Sesshoumaru what to do.” he stated. Releasing her throat, she fell back to the ground with a crack that told of additional internal injuries.
Gasping she clutched her side, as tears ran down her withered old cheeks. “I do not fear death youkai, by you or anyone else.” She paused trying to pull air into her rapidly failing lungs. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes, but let her continue.
She closed her eyes. “I fear something more powerful than even you can imagine. He is trying to come back. He is searching for the keys . . . . .”
“I grow weary of your impertinence ningin.” Sesshoumaru replied with a warning growl. “Tell me of who you speak.”
She reached up and tugged on the leather cord around her neck until it snapped. “You must take this.” She held out the cord to him which had a small metallic sphere on the end. When he made no move to take it, she brought her pleading eyes up to his. “It needs to be kept safe from Him.” When he still did not move to take it from her hand, she sighed. “If he finds the keys, everything is lost.” She started to mumble incoherently as her breathing became wet with the sounds of blood-filled lungs. Sesshoumaru stood there listening to her as her heartbeat skipped around erratically. Her body started to spasm as it proceeded to shut down organ by organ, and with her last dying breath she looked up into the sky. “Kisho . . . . .”
Glancing down, Sesshoumaru studied the odd trinket resting in the old woman’s hand. In a move very uncharacteristic of the demon prince, he reached down and plucked the sphere from the woman’s grasp and tucked it inside his hakama. For some reason this ornament intrigued him. His mind puzzled over his recent actions, Sesshoumaru didn’t notice the presence of someone moving in behind him, until a twig snapped.
Instinct kicking in, Sesshoumaru had the intruder on the ground with toukijin at his throat before the unfortunate could blink an eye.
“Lord Sesshoumaru! Spare this Jaken, I beg of you!” pleaded the sobbing toad. “I did as you requested! Rin is safe at the castle, and I came back to make sure you did not need my assistance. Please forgive this unworthy one!”
Removing toukijin from the toad’s throat, he placed it back into its sheath and turned his back on his terrified servant. “It is time to return.” Jaken got to his feet shakily and hurried to catch up to his master who was already making strides back to the castle.
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Back at the castle Jaken wondered what had taken over his lord and master. Since arriving he had locked himself in the library and had not come out. Rin had come bounding down as usual to greet Lord Sesshoumaru at the door, but he barely acknowledged her, so pre-occupied was he about the secret he kept tightly clasped in his claws. He just nodded at her as she stared up at him with adoring eyes, and went directly to the library.
Seeing as though Lord Sesshoumaru was indisposed, Rin decided to turn her attentions on a certain poor little toad. Smiling innocently she walked up to her unsuspecting victim. “Hey master Jak . .” she stopped mid-sentence and sniffed. Scrunching up her face she let loose a squeal. “EWWWW! Master Jaken, you smell like poopie! Rin doesn‘t want to play with you anymore!” Turning on her heel she ran back down the hall and into her room.
Jaken stood there perplexed. ‘What was that confounded girl talking about?‘ Cautiously he sniffed the air lightly and gulped. He had completely forgotten that in his terror of finding himself at the wrong end of his master’s sword, he had indeed soiled himself. Sighing deeply, he turned to make his way to the baths. ‘This just isn’t my day.’
Chapter 1- Aftermath
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A lone figure stood on the grassy plains. The moonlight cast an illuminating aura around the powerful taiyouki, as an unseen wind whipped the hair gently around his regale face. Golden iridescent eyes narrowed at the carnage that was unfolded around him, and a small breeze brought to him the smell of blood and destruction. Turning his back, he made a subtle motion with his head, that immediately brought his lowly servant scurrying to do his beck and call.
“My lord Sesshoumaru! What would you in your infinite wisdom ask of this lowly Jaken?”
Not sparing the toad a glance he replied, “Jaken, I want you to escort Rin and Ah-Uh back to the castle.”
“H-ha-has something happened my lord?”, he stammered. Jaken looked around fearfully from behind his staff of two heads.
Turning fully to face his curious servant, Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes. “You were given an order, yet you are still standing here.”
Though his voice was low and calm, Jaken felt ice form in his veins from the intensity of his master’s gaze. He let loose a shiver.
Falling prostrate to the ground Jaken replied, “Yes my lord, this humble servant will gladly do as you requested. No task is too big for your most faithful servant. Consider it done!”, he rambled on. “This Jaken would do anything for you Lord Sesshoumaru! I will fulfill my duty!” Getting lost in his proclamation, Jaken lifted his eyes off the ground to find the lord in question nowhere in sight. Hurriedly, he straightened himself and scampered rather ungracefully back to Ah-Uh to fulfill his so-called life’s work.
“Master Jaken where is Lord Sesshoumaru going?”, asked Rin as she sat atop Ah-Uh’s back. She had seen the encounter between Jaken and Lord Sesshoumaru, and had to hide a grin at the sight of Jaken talking to thin air.
“Hush Rin! It is not your place to question my Lord’s wishes! Such an insolent child!”, scolded Jaken. “Lord Sesshoumaru obviously has something important to do and doesn’t need a pesky human whelp meddling in his affairs!”
“Rin is sorry master Jaken.”, replied a solemn Rin.
“You should be!”, huffed the rather indignant toad. “Lord Sesshoumaru has instructed me to take you back to the castle, and I shall do so. Then I shall return and provide service at my master’s side!” He puffed out his chest proudly.
Rin rolled her eyes at the toad‘s antics, as she reached out her hand to help pull him up onto Ah-Uh’s back. Once situated, she leaned over and whispered in the dragon youkai’s ear. The dragon gave a loud grunt and nodded it’s two heads. With a final snort out of it’s twin set of nostrils the youkai unfurled it’s mighty wings, lifted into the sky, and headed back to the castle of the Western Lands.
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Removing his thoughts from his imprudent servant to the issue at hand, Sesshoumaru began to make his way through the now decimated village. Smoke filled his delicate nose, and he wrinkled it in disgust. Though he could care less about the fate of the pitiful ningins who had inhabited the village, the fact that a demon dare invade his lands and wreak this kind of havoc without the thought of retribution was simply intolerable.
Slowly he strolled through the once prosperous village, his face showing no signs of emotion as his eyes took in the mutilated corpses of livestock and human alike strewn about like grotesque jig-saw pieces. Still burning embers fell to the ground around him, the wind shifting direction ever so slightly to blow the smoke in little tendrils around his feet. Though the ash and smog made seeing rather difficult, his superior vision picked out something on the ground a few feet in front of him. Bending down, he closely examined a scuffed footprint in the bloodied ground next to an ox hindquarter. Sniffing lightly, he tried to find the discernable scent of the demon who had tramped by here, but strangely he could find none. He raised an eyebrow. ‘A demon that has no scent, perplexing indeed.’
Expanding his acute senses to the surrounding area he detected a faint and fading heartbeat. Raising himself, he concentrated on the sound. It was coming from a large pile of debris not far from where he now stood. Placing his claws around the hilt of Toukijin, he prepared himself and walked towards the only sound of life present. Reaching the pile of debris, he could hear a small moaning coming from within. Cautiously, he moved his foot and kicked some of the rubble aside. What he found was a small broken and battered elderly ningin woman desperately in the throes of her last breaths.
He stared down at her, his face impassive. “You are dying, so tell me quickly what I need to know. Did you see this demon who attacked your village?”
The woman fought to catch a lungful of air. “I did see it.” she wheezed. “But it was like no demon I had ever seen before.”
“I have no time for games wench, explain yourself.” he growled.
“My time on this earth is almost complete. There is something else. You must listen to what I have to say . . . .” She was interrupted by a strong hand grasping her throat. She was unmercifully yanked upwards into air, and Sesshoumaru flexed his claws until he felt tiny rivulets of blood soak his fingertips.
“Do not presume to tell this Sesshoumaru what to do.” he stated. Releasing her throat, she fell back to the ground with a crack that told of additional internal injuries.
Gasping she clutched her side, as tears ran down her withered old cheeks. “I do not fear death youkai, by you or anyone else.” She paused trying to pull air into her rapidly failing lungs. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes, but let her continue.
She closed her eyes. “I fear something more powerful than even you can imagine. He is trying to come back. He is searching for the keys . . . . .”
“I grow weary of your impertinence ningin.” Sesshoumaru replied with a warning growl. “Tell me of who you speak.”
She reached up and tugged on the leather cord around her neck until it snapped. “You must take this.” She held out the cord to him which had a small metallic sphere on the end. When he made no move to take it, she brought her pleading eyes up to his. “It needs to be kept safe from Him.” When he still did not move to take it from her hand, she sighed. “If he finds the keys, everything is lost.” She started to mumble incoherently as her breathing became wet with the sounds of blood-filled lungs. Sesshoumaru stood there listening to her as her heartbeat skipped around erratically. Her body started to spasm as it proceeded to shut down organ by organ, and with her last dying breath she looked up into the sky. “Kisho . . . . .”
Glancing down, Sesshoumaru studied the odd trinket resting in the old woman’s hand. In a move very uncharacteristic of the demon prince, he reached down and plucked the sphere from the woman’s grasp and tucked it inside his hakama. For some reason this ornament intrigued him. His mind puzzled over his recent actions, Sesshoumaru didn’t notice the presence of someone moving in behind him, until a twig snapped.
Instinct kicking in, Sesshoumaru had the intruder on the ground with toukijin at his throat before the unfortunate could blink an eye.
“Lord Sesshoumaru! Spare this Jaken, I beg of you!” pleaded the sobbing toad. “I did as you requested! Rin is safe at the castle, and I came back to make sure you did not need my assistance. Please forgive this unworthy one!”
Removing toukijin from the toad’s throat, he placed it back into its sheath and turned his back on his terrified servant. “It is time to return.” Jaken got to his feet shakily and hurried to catch up to his master who was already making strides back to the castle.
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Back at the castle Jaken wondered what had taken over his lord and master. Since arriving he had locked himself in the library and had not come out. Rin had come bounding down as usual to greet Lord Sesshoumaru at the door, but he barely acknowledged her, so pre-occupied was he about the secret he kept tightly clasped in his claws. He just nodded at her as she stared up at him with adoring eyes, and went directly to the library.
Seeing as though Lord Sesshoumaru was indisposed, Rin decided to turn her attentions on a certain poor little toad. Smiling innocently she walked up to her unsuspecting victim. “Hey master Jak . .” she stopped mid-sentence and sniffed. Scrunching up her face she let loose a squeal. “EWWWW! Master Jaken, you smell like poopie! Rin doesn‘t want to play with you anymore!” Turning on her heel she ran back down the hall and into her room.
Jaken stood there perplexed. ‘What was that confounded girl talking about?‘ Cautiously he sniffed the air lightly and gulped. He had completely forgotten that in his terror of finding himself at the wrong end of his master’s sword, he had indeed soiled himself. Sighing deeply, he turned to make his way to the baths. ‘This just isn’t my day.’