InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Sensei ❯ Ch6-Fukashigi ( Chapter 6 )
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By: TearsOfTwilight 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.16.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 409 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.16.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 409 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 6- Fukashigi
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"....click....click...click..." How cliche. It wasn't even loaded. Rin kept pulling the trigger, hoping against
all better judgement that the gun would fire. Naraku stared at her, eyes wide with confusion and rage.
She could feel the kumo's wrath, and it made her heartbeat skitter. He would tear her apart with his
countless demon arms until Mikoyami Rin was nothing more than a name in the obituaries. Then
that same name would adorn a headstone all its own, assuming of course that Naraku didn't just bury
her body in some rundown alleyway. Rin had never really thought about what dying would be like. She'd
vaguely thought of being with her parents again, but that was all. The girl had, quite understandibly,
never pondered how she would meet her demise or when. Now that the time had come, Rin was quite
at a loss as on how to act. On the one hand she could be brave and strong, go to death fighting and try
with all her might to drag Naraku down with her. However another option was falling to her knees and
begging for mercy, or better yet, running for the door.
"Miss Mikoyami." His voice was dangerously soft. "Just what might you be doing here?"
Rin couldn't answer. What was there to say? That she had thought she could catch him in the act and
live to tell about it? Well that wasn't looking likely. She chanced a quick look at Sesshoumaru, dreading
the sense of betrayal that was no doubt written all over his face. However the youkai had fallen
unconscious, rendering his features completely neutral, if a bit bruised.
"I asked you a quesion, Miss Mikoyami." Oh, that voice! It terrified her to the point of tears. Rin grasped
the revolver convulsivly, as if it might give her some form of protection. Naraku cracked an unpleasant
grin. "Did you really think that it would be loaded? I'm not stupid Miss Mikoyami. If I had loaded the
thing and this bitch here had gotten a hold of it..." He indicated to Sesshoumaru with a swift kick in the
ribs. "Well I'm sure you can guess the consequences. Now put that gun down and answer my question.
And do hurry, Miss Mikoyami. I am growing most impatient."
She tried to swallow, tried to form words, but the girl's trembling lips refused to obey her. Sighing in
exasperation, Naraku stood and walked towards her. Rin fell back. She was so scared. Was this how
Sesshoumaru felt all the time? The girl was stopped as she bumped into the far wall. She was all too
aware of the kumo's dangerous power, of his enraged burgundy eyes, of his half naked body and
exposed dick. It was terrifying. With astonishing force he grabbed Rin by the hair and threw her
headlong across the room. There was a sickening crash as the girl was dashed against one of the
desks. When her body finally came to a stop, it was limp and crooked as a rag doll.
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When Sesshoumaru finally woke he wished he hadn't. His whole body screamed in agony. It was
like a constant drumbeat of pain, except when he tried to move. When the youkai tried to move, the
drumbeat quickly escalated into an all-out symphony. Throwing his head back, which didn't help
matters, the boy let out a low moan.
"Shhhhh, lay still. You'll just hurt yourself worse."
"Rin?" Sesshoumaru stared up into the ningen's lavender eyes, confusion written all over his torn
features. He tried to sit up, but let out a strangled yell as an unholy agony ripped through his slender
frame. Sinking back to the ground once more, he realized he was naked. It was all flooding back,
detention, Akuma, the gun. The only part he didn't understand was Rin. What was she doing here?
"Are you alright?" She looked dangerously close to tears. Nodding slightly, the inu once again tried
to rise.
"No! Lay down. It'll be better if you do." Ignoring the girl's words Sesshoumaru finally managed to prop
himself up against the wall. Very greatful for the bit of blanket covering his lower regions, he stared
fixedly at Rin.
"What are you doing here?"
"I..." She couldn't say it. Sess would hate her forever. He would never want to see her again, but what
other choice did she have? "I...knew you didn't want my help, but....I overheard him talking to you....and
...the blood....I thought if I could get evidence.....or something...maybe you'd let me...help you."
The whites of Sesshoumaru's eyes began to darken, bleeding to a deep red. His pupils too, once a
lovely shade of gold, had narrowed to green slits. Even the markings on the youkai's face seemed to
twist and become more wild. "You WHAT?" Rin shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the blow that would
inevitably follow. None came. After about a minute she dared once again to peer at the distraught
inu.
Flecks of amber had returned to his eyes, though they remained quite menacing, and the stripes that
covered his cheeks as well as the rest of his body seemed to have shrunken somewhat. Almost
regretfully, Sesshoumaru shook his head. "You shouldn't have come. Kuso! I thought you of all people
would be smarter than that!"
"Well did you expect me to do nothing at all? I mean COME ON!" Silence fell on the two companions as
they stared blankly into the gathering darkness, avoiding the other's eye contact as best they could.
The room they were in was a small one, about the size of a walk in closet. It had dank, plaster walls and
the floor was made of roughened wood. Sesshoumaru wrinkled his nose in disgust. The whole place
reaked of decay.
"Any idea where we might be?"
Rin shook her head, glad for a break in the tension. "I couldn't say. I just woke up about fifteen minutes
before you did. The only way out is that door to your right, but it's locked."
"You mean you were unconscious too. Fucking bastard! Did he..."
"No, he didn't. I'm fine." The girl smiled sadly. "You on the other hand..."
Sesshoumaru carefully studied Rin's features. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but it looked as if
she'd recieved a bad blow to the head. The whole left side of her face was red and rather puffy. Gently
he caressed her cheek, remembering just yesterday how she had done the same. Rin gave an
involuntary sigh. Like his kiss, Sesshoumaru's touch was cold and at the same time terribly sweet. Unable to resist, the girl leaned in, planting a soft peck on his lips. The boy made a startled, almost bitter sound in the back of his throat and pulled away.
"How can you even stand touching me? After what happened, I'm so...filthy." He looked down at the
hand that had been in contact with Rin's skin and grimaced.
"Of course you're not!" As if to emphasize this, Rin moved even closer, wrapping her arms gently around
his beaten form. For a moment Sesshoumaru allowed himself to be pulled into the girl's warm embrace,
but then jerked away. Didn't she see how revolting, how horribly unclean he was? Didn't the very
sight of the boy's ravaged body make her even a little bit nauseous?
"How much did you see?" He continued to gaze at the floorboards, afraid of what he might find looking
into the girl's eyes.
"Enough...all of it. Oh Sess! Gomen nasai! You didn't deserve this." Rin's voice was so full of sorrow that
all the anger in Sesshoumaru's heart vanished imediatly. He couldn't possibly be bitter towards someone who was willing to risk so much, her life even, to help someone in need. Still, she was here, and he could only blame himself.
"This is all me fault," he whisper to no one in particular. If only he'd been stronger, they wouldn't be in
this mess. "It is me who should apologize, Rin."
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Naraku paced back and forth down the expansive hall, waiting for his partner to return. How the hell was
he going to get out of it this time? 'Takemaru's gonna be pissed,' the kumo thought angrilly. Akuma's
exasperated mind fell silent as the tapping of measured footsteps echoed off the old house's walls and
ceiling. No doubt the guards had already told the human all about how the kumo had dragged in two
unconscious highschoolers, one of which happened to be the son of the man's most hated enemy, and
the other the daughter of those who betrayed him. Things were looking bad. Then again, if he played
his cards right...
"Well Naraku, Gatenmaru and Monten have told me an interesting story, but I thought I'd come here
myself and find out for sure. Is it true? Were you really stupid enough to actually bring them HERE?"
The kumo glared back at the unusually powerful ningen. "Be careful what you say, Setsuna. You still
owe me. Remember that."
"Feh. You're more trouble than you're worth."
"Am I?"
"So why did you bring them here? Don't tell me you couldn't keep your dick to yourself!"
"That's....beside the point. I brought them here because the boy just happens to be NoTaisho's son.
Even you can imagine the possibilities."
Takemaru stroked his stump of an arm almost excitedly. "Ee, I get what you're saying. I've been meaning
to get that mutt back for a long time. This kid could be quite useful after all, but the girl. What value
could she possibly possess?"
"Ahhhh...well you see the thing is, she....caught me, I suppose you could say. I couldn't just let her
go after that."
The ningen chuckled drily. "Heh. You're a piece of work Naraku. I'll give you that, but why the hell did
you bring the girl here instead of just finishing her off?"
The kumo grinned slyly at his companion. "Do you by any chance remember the Mikoyami family?"
"Yeah of course. They were those spies who ratted us out. Thought they could get away with it too, that
is until I had a little surprise left at the beauru where they worked. Why?"
"Did you know they had a daughter?"
"You're kidding."
"Think about what you're saying. I am Naraku. I do not....kid."
Takemaru narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "That still doesn't give us a reason for keeping her. Interesting as she is, I think it would be best if we just disposed of the girl."
"Hai, perhaps, but the other one, Sesshoumaru, seems fairly attached to her if you get my
understanding. This attachment could possibly yield a certain advantage."
The other man let out a low chuckle. "It's times like this when I'm reminded why I keep you around. Yes,
I think I'll give your idea a little try. Where are they?"
"The old interogation room. Mind if I join you?"
"Feh. If I know you as well as I think I do, then I'd say you've already had plenty of fun with the boy. I
think I'll go alone. Besides I've got another job for you. A new shipment just came in. Make sure it
gets to Bankotsu by 8 o'clock. Got that?"
Naraku muttered his annoyance but nodded all the same. "Fine. but I get to have him to myself again
later." Not waiting for a reply, the kumo took his leave.
Watching him go, Takemaru allowed himself a small smirk. 'NoTaisho, you will pay for stealing her from
me!'
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"Sess? Sess, are you still awake?"
Ignoring his protesting muscles, Sesshoumaru rolled over so he faced the girl. "What is it?"
Rin drew her legs up under her chin and stared, terrified into the boy's eyes. "I think someone's coming."
Pressing his finger to his lips, the youkai listened intently. "Footsteps...."
"Then you can hear them too? Is Naraku back already?"
Sesshoumaru sniffed the air lightly before shaking his head. "It's not the kumo, but the scent is
....familiar."
As if she could somehow protect him, Rin scrambled over to the inu and took his hand into her own.
Squeezing it tightly she braced herself for whatever might happen. The person coming for them had
by now reached the door. There was the small click of a lock, and the structure swung open.
Takemaru's eyes widened as he took in the boy's cold features. He was eerily similar to his father. The
eyes, coupled with the silver hair and fiersome fangs reminded him keenly of the older youkai. Still, there were some differences. Sesshoumaru was not nearly as bulky as his father, rather slender in all actuality, and his countenance, though determined like Mr. NoTaisho's, harbored a more reserved, even calculating aura. Despite his youth, the man felt that this boy could make a formidable opponent.
"You are NoTaisho Sesshoumaru then?"
"And if I am?"
The ningen glared at him coldly. "You'd best show some respect mutt. I don't take too kindly to the
swine of demon whores."
"BASTARD!" Pulling away from Rin, Sesshoumaru lept to his feet. Takemaru barely managed to leap aside
before a set of venom-tainted talons struck out at him. Instead of cleaving human flesh, the boy's claws
sank deep into the doorframe, leaving five deep furrows in the mildewed wood. Afraid that he would
attack again, Takemaru grasped Rin by the hair, forcing her into a headlock.
"Watch it boy! You wouldn't want her pretty neck to accidently snap, would you?" Sesshoumaru froze,
pupils dialated ever so slightly. He stood just inside the opened doorway so that the hall's light spilled
over his shoulders, and once again Rin was reminded of an angel. The boy's pain, momentarily forgotten
by his rage, finally came flooding back. With a soft cry Sesshoumaru stumbled to his knees. Takemaru
continued to study the boy. Naraku had obviously gone to work on him. There were cuts and strange
bruises all over his chest, neck, and shoulders. Blood stained his hair and flesh, especially thick on the
insides of his thighs, right beneath where the greatest damage of all would have been visible if not
for the bit of cloth that encircled his waist. Well he could hardly blame the kumo. With that long hair and
strange markings the inu looked a lot like a girl.
"You're Setsuna Takemaru." Sesshoumaru's eyes were fixed on the man's stump of an arm. "So it's true.
My father did take off your arm." A ghost of amusement passed across his face. "Because you tried to
rape Izayoi." Yes, now he remembered. Several monthes before Inuyasha was born the man had shown
up at the door claiming to be his step-mother's one true love. Obviously drunk, he'd even gone so
far as to try to rip off her clothes. As could be imagined, it didn't go down too well with Mr. NoTaisho.
As far as he was concerned, Takemaru had been lucky to escape with just a missing arm.
Rin let out an involuntary gasp. She had heard that name somewhere before, but where?
"Yes I am Setsuna Takemaru, and you are the mutt's bastard son. But do you know who this is?" As he
said this the ningen gave Rin a good shake.
"Leave her out of this."
"Oh, but her connection is soooo interesting. Did you know that her parents were assassinated. That's
right. Their intestines were splattered all over the pavement by the time my men were done with them."
For a moment everything was gone. Her surroundings, Takemaru, Sesshoumaru, they all melted away,
and once again Rin was surrounded by flame. Great crackling tiers of fire and smoke that ripped through
the flesh of the living and the dead. 'Please no,' she thought. 'Onegai! Otto-san! Okka-san! DON'T DIE!'
She could see them just beyond that last pile of rubble. The bomb's blast had ripped them to pieces.
Her mother's stomach had split wide open and both of Father's legs were gone. Rin screamed, reaching
out to touch their faces one last time.
"Stupid bitch! What the Hell's she doing?" Takemaru tightened his grip on the shrieking child. She
flailed about, tears streaming down her delicate face.
"YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!" Rin thrashed wildly, raking at the man with her nails as
she tried desperatly to break free. Grunting with annoyance Takemaru thrust her away. The girl reeled
and fell to the floor with a deafening crash. She sobbed breathelessly, glaring hate-filled daggers at
this wretched man above her. With the ningen distracted by Rin, Sesshoumaru made his move.
Dragging himself to his feet, the youkai rushed towards him claws outstretched. Before Takemaru could
dodge once again, he was caught full in the face by five, poisonous talons.
"Aaaaaargg!" Howling in both rage and pain the man lunged after Sesshoumaru, catching him around the
neck with his remaining hand. Using a strength nearly unimaginable for a human he flung the boy into
the far wall. There was a deadening crunch as the inu's injured body made contact with the crumbling
plaster. He let out a agonized yell, pain exploding through all parts of his body, before once again
collapsing to the ground.
Seeing her friend in pain sent Rin over the edge. With an angry scream almost as terrible as that of a
demon, she flung herself at Takemaru. Catching him round the legs, the girl held on tight. She didn't know how she could possibly hurt him. She was a short, 105 pound girl, probably less than one third his size, but she had to try. 'This is the man that killed my parents,' she thought bitterly. 'He's the one who had all those innocent people slaughtered and allowed Mr. Akuma hurt Sesshoumaru."
Suddenly a blinding light flooded the room. It was a deep shade of violet mixed with tiny threads of
blue and pink. For a moment Sesshoumaru was at a loss as to where it had come from, but then he saw.
The strange, beautiful glow was being emitted from Rin's hands as she held tight to Takemaru. For a
minute the older man was at a loss for words, but then he screamed. The light seeped through his skin,
burning down to his bones until the whole of the ningen's frame was consumed by white, terrifying agony. It was as if his very soul were being eaten away. Striking out blindly, Takemaru managed to catch the girl in the stomach and pull away. As she fell, Rin's head cracked hard against the floor. The light faded along with her consciousness.
"You'll pay for that bitch!" Stumbling into the hall the man slammed and locked the door. They would
prove to be even tougher than he'd first thought. Slowly Takemaru limped away, all too aware of the pain
that still gnawed at his legs. What kind of strange power was that anyway? No matter. They would both
be dead before he was done exacting his revenge.
Dragging himself over to Rin, Sesshoumaru couldn't help but smile. The girl was so full of surprises. Both amazing and sad, her soul was like a rare enigma just begging to be unfurled.
"I didn't know you were a priestess little ningen."
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"....click....click...click..." How cliche. It wasn't even loaded. Rin kept pulling the trigger, hoping against
all better judgement that the gun would fire. Naraku stared at her, eyes wide with confusion and rage.
She could feel the kumo's wrath, and it made her heartbeat skitter. He would tear her apart with his
countless demon arms until Mikoyami Rin was nothing more than a name in the obituaries. Then
that same name would adorn a headstone all its own, assuming of course that Naraku didn't just bury
her body in some rundown alleyway. Rin had never really thought about what dying would be like. She'd
vaguely thought of being with her parents again, but that was all. The girl had, quite understandibly,
never pondered how she would meet her demise or when. Now that the time had come, Rin was quite
at a loss as on how to act. On the one hand she could be brave and strong, go to death fighting and try
with all her might to drag Naraku down with her. However another option was falling to her knees and
begging for mercy, or better yet, running for the door.
"Miss Mikoyami." His voice was dangerously soft. "Just what might you be doing here?"
Rin couldn't answer. What was there to say? That she had thought she could catch him in the act and
live to tell about it? Well that wasn't looking likely. She chanced a quick look at Sesshoumaru, dreading
the sense of betrayal that was no doubt written all over his face. However the youkai had fallen
unconscious, rendering his features completely neutral, if a bit bruised.
"I asked you a quesion, Miss Mikoyami." Oh, that voice! It terrified her to the point of tears. Rin grasped
the revolver convulsivly, as if it might give her some form of protection. Naraku cracked an unpleasant
grin. "Did you really think that it would be loaded? I'm not stupid Miss Mikoyami. If I had loaded the
thing and this bitch here had gotten a hold of it..." He indicated to Sesshoumaru with a swift kick in the
ribs. "Well I'm sure you can guess the consequences. Now put that gun down and answer my question.
And do hurry, Miss Mikoyami. I am growing most impatient."
She tried to swallow, tried to form words, but the girl's trembling lips refused to obey her. Sighing in
exasperation, Naraku stood and walked towards her. Rin fell back. She was so scared. Was this how
Sesshoumaru felt all the time? The girl was stopped as she bumped into the far wall. She was all too
aware of the kumo's dangerous power, of his enraged burgundy eyes, of his half naked body and
exposed dick. It was terrifying. With astonishing force he grabbed Rin by the hair and threw her
headlong across the room. There was a sickening crash as the girl was dashed against one of the
desks. When her body finally came to a stop, it was limp and crooked as a rag doll.
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When Sesshoumaru finally woke he wished he hadn't. His whole body screamed in agony. It was
like a constant drumbeat of pain, except when he tried to move. When the youkai tried to move, the
drumbeat quickly escalated into an all-out symphony. Throwing his head back, which didn't help
matters, the boy let out a low moan.
"Shhhhh, lay still. You'll just hurt yourself worse."
"Rin?" Sesshoumaru stared up into the ningen's lavender eyes, confusion written all over his torn
features. He tried to sit up, but let out a strangled yell as an unholy agony ripped through his slender
frame. Sinking back to the ground once more, he realized he was naked. It was all flooding back,
detention, Akuma, the gun. The only part he didn't understand was Rin. What was she doing here?
"Are you alright?" She looked dangerously close to tears. Nodding slightly, the inu once again tried
to rise.
"No! Lay down. It'll be better if you do." Ignoring the girl's words Sesshoumaru finally managed to prop
himself up against the wall. Very greatful for the bit of blanket covering his lower regions, he stared
fixedly at Rin.
"What are you doing here?"
"I..." She couldn't say it. Sess would hate her forever. He would never want to see her again, but what
other choice did she have? "I...knew you didn't want my help, but....I overheard him talking to you....and
...the blood....I thought if I could get evidence.....or something...maybe you'd let me...help you."
The whites of Sesshoumaru's eyes began to darken, bleeding to a deep red. His pupils too, once a
lovely shade of gold, had narrowed to green slits. Even the markings on the youkai's face seemed to
twist and become more wild. "You WHAT?" Rin shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the blow that would
inevitably follow. None came. After about a minute she dared once again to peer at the distraught
inu.
Flecks of amber had returned to his eyes, though they remained quite menacing, and the stripes that
covered his cheeks as well as the rest of his body seemed to have shrunken somewhat. Almost
regretfully, Sesshoumaru shook his head. "You shouldn't have come. Kuso! I thought you of all people
would be smarter than that!"
"Well did you expect me to do nothing at all? I mean COME ON!" Silence fell on the two companions as
they stared blankly into the gathering darkness, avoiding the other's eye contact as best they could.
The room they were in was a small one, about the size of a walk in closet. It had dank, plaster walls and
the floor was made of roughened wood. Sesshoumaru wrinkled his nose in disgust. The whole place
reaked of decay.
"Any idea where we might be?"
Rin shook her head, glad for a break in the tension. "I couldn't say. I just woke up about fifteen minutes
before you did. The only way out is that door to your right, but it's locked."
"You mean you were unconscious too. Fucking bastard! Did he..."
"No, he didn't. I'm fine." The girl smiled sadly. "You on the other hand..."
Sesshoumaru carefully studied Rin's features. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but it looked as if
she'd recieved a bad blow to the head. The whole left side of her face was red and rather puffy. Gently
he caressed her cheek, remembering just yesterday how she had done the same. Rin gave an
involuntary sigh. Like his kiss, Sesshoumaru's touch was cold and at the same time terribly sweet. Unable to resist, the girl leaned in, planting a soft peck on his lips. The boy made a startled, almost bitter sound in the back of his throat and pulled away.
"How can you even stand touching me? After what happened, I'm so...filthy." He looked down at the
hand that had been in contact with Rin's skin and grimaced.
"Of course you're not!" As if to emphasize this, Rin moved even closer, wrapping her arms gently around
his beaten form. For a moment Sesshoumaru allowed himself to be pulled into the girl's warm embrace,
but then jerked away. Didn't she see how revolting, how horribly unclean he was? Didn't the very
sight of the boy's ravaged body make her even a little bit nauseous?
"How much did you see?" He continued to gaze at the floorboards, afraid of what he might find looking
into the girl's eyes.
"Enough...all of it. Oh Sess! Gomen nasai! You didn't deserve this." Rin's voice was so full of sorrow that
all the anger in Sesshoumaru's heart vanished imediatly. He couldn't possibly be bitter towards someone who was willing to risk so much, her life even, to help someone in need. Still, she was here, and he could only blame himself.
"This is all me fault," he whisper to no one in particular. If only he'd been stronger, they wouldn't be in
this mess. "It is me who should apologize, Rin."
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Naraku paced back and forth down the expansive hall, waiting for his partner to return. How the hell was
he going to get out of it this time? 'Takemaru's gonna be pissed,' the kumo thought angrilly. Akuma's
exasperated mind fell silent as the tapping of measured footsteps echoed off the old house's walls and
ceiling. No doubt the guards had already told the human all about how the kumo had dragged in two
unconscious highschoolers, one of which happened to be the son of the man's most hated enemy, and
the other the daughter of those who betrayed him. Things were looking bad. Then again, if he played
his cards right...
"Well Naraku, Gatenmaru and Monten have told me an interesting story, but I thought I'd come here
myself and find out for sure. Is it true? Were you really stupid enough to actually bring them HERE?"
The kumo glared back at the unusually powerful ningen. "Be careful what you say, Setsuna. You still
owe me. Remember that."
"Feh. You're more trouble than you're worth."
"Am I?"
"So why did you bring them here? Don't tell me you couldn't keep your dick to yourself!"
"That's....beside the point. I brought them here because the boy just happens to be NoTaisho's son.
Even you can imagine the possibilities."
Takemaru stroked his stump of an arm almost excitedly. "Ee, I get what you're saying. I've been meaning
to get that mutt back for a long time. This kid could be quite useful after all, but the girl. What value
could she possibly possess?"
"Ahhhh...well you see the thing is, she....caught me, I suppose you could say. I couldn't just let her
go after that."
The ningen chuckled drily. "Heh. You're a piece of work Naraku. I'll give you that, but why the hell did
you bring the girl here instead of just finishing her off?"
The kumo grinned slyly at his companion. "Do you by any chance remember the Mikoyami family?"
"Yeah of course. They were those spies who ratted us out. Thought they could get away with it too, that
is until I had a little surprise left at the beauru where they worked. Why?"
"Did you know they had a daughter?"
"You're kidding."
"Think about what you're saying. I am Naraku. I do not....kid."
Takemaru narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "That still doesn't give us a reason for keeping her. Interesting as she is, I think it would be best if we just disposed of the girl."
"Hai, perhaps, but the other one, Sesshoumaru, seems fairly attached to her if you get my
understanding. This attachment could possibly yield a certain advantage."
The other man let out a low chuckle. "It's times like this when I'm reminded why I keep you around. Yes,
I think I'll give your idea a little try. Where are they?"
"The old interogation room. Mind if I join you?"
"Feh. If I know you as well as I think I do, then I'd say you've already had plenty of fun with the boy. I
think I'll go alone. Besides I've got another job for you. A new shipment just came in. Make sure it
gets to Bankotsu by 8 o'clock. Got that?"
Naraku muttered his annoyance but nodded all the same. "Fine. but I get to have him to myself again
later." Not waiting for a reply, the kumo took his leave.
Watching him go, Takemaru allowed himself a small smirk. 'NoTaisho, you will pay for stealing her from
me!'
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"Sess? Sess, are you still awake?"
Ignoring his protesting muscles, Sesshoumaru rolled over so he faced the girl. "What is it?"
Rin drew her legs up under her chin and stared, terrified into the boy's eyes. "I think someone's coming."
Pressing his finger to his lips, the youkai listened intently. "Footsteps...."
"Then you can hear them too? Is Naraku back already?"
Sesshoumaru sniffed the air lightly before shaking his head. "It's not the kumo, but the scent is
....familiar."
As if she could somehow protect him, Rin scrambled over to the inu and took his hand into her own.
Squeezing it tightly she braced herself for whatever might happen. The person coming for them had
by now reached the door. There was the small click of a lock, and the structure swung open.
Takemaru's eyes widened as he took in the boy's cold features. He was eerily similar to his father. The
eyes, coupled with the silver hair and fiersome fangs reminded him keenly of the older youkai. Still, there were some differences. Sesshoumaru was not nearly as bulky as his father, rather slender in all actuality, and his countenance, though determined like Mr. NoTaisho's, harbored a more reserved, even calculating aura. Despite his youth, the man felt that this boy could make a formidable opponent.
"You are NoTaisho Sesshoumaru then?"
"And if I am?"
The ningen glared at him coldly. "You'd best show some respect mutt. I don't take too kindly to the
swine of demon whores."
"BASTARD!" Pulling away from Rin, Sesshoumaru lept to his feet. Takemaru barely managed to leap aside
before a set of venom-tainted talons struck out at him. Instead of cleaving human flesh, the boy's claws
sank deep into the doorframe, leaving five deep furrows in the mildewed wood. Afraid that he would
attack again, Takemaru grasped Rin by the hair, forcing her into a headlock.
"Watch it boy! You wouldn't want her pretty neck to accidently snap, would you?" Sesshoumaru froze,
pupils dialated ever so slightly. He stood just inside the opened doorway so that the hall's light spilled
over his shoulders, and once again Rin was reminded of an angel. The boy's pain, momentarily forgotten
by his rage, finally came flooding back. With a soft cry Sesshoumaru stumbled to his knees. Takemaru
continued to study the boy. Naraku had obviously gone to work on him. There were cuts and strange
bruises all over his chest, neck, and shoulders. Blood stained his hair and flesh, especially thick on the
insides of his thighs, right beneath where the greatest damage of all would have been visible if not
for the bit of cloth that encircled his waist. Well he could hardly blame the kumo. With that long hair and
strange markings the inu looked a lot like a girl.
"You're Setsuna Takemaru." Sesshoumaru's eyes were fixed on the man's stump of an arm. "So it's true.
My father did take off your arm." A ghost of amusement passed across his face. "Because you tried to
rape Izayoi." Yes, now he remembered. Several monthes before Inuyasha was born the man had shown
up at the door claiming to be his step-mother's one true love. Obviously drunk, he'd even gone so
far as to try to rip off her clothes. As could be imagined, it didn't go down too well with Mr. NoTaisho.
As far as he was concerned, Takemaru had been lucky to escape with just a missing arm.
Rin let out an involuntary gasp. She had heard that name somewhere before, but where?
"Yes I am Setsuna Takemaru, and you are the mutt's bastard son. But do you know who this is?" As he
said this the ningen gave Rin a good shake.
"Leave her out of this."
"Oh, but her connection is soooo interesting. Did you know that her parents were assassinated. That's
right. Their intestines were splattered all over the pavement by the time my men were done with them."
For a moment everything was gone. Her surroundings, Takemaru, Sesshoumaru, they all melted away,
and once again Rin was surrounded by flame. Great crackling tiers of fire and smoke that ripped through
the flesh of the living and the dead. 'Please no,' she thought. 'Onegai! Otto-san! Okka-san! DON'T DIE!'
She could see them just beyond that last pile of rubble. The bomb's blast had ripped them to pieces.
Her mother's stomach had split wide open and both of Father's legs were gone. Rin screamed, reaching
out to touch their faces one last time.
"Stupid bitch! What the Hell's she doing?" Takemaru tightened his grip on the shrieking child. She
flailed about, tears streaming down her delicate face.
"YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!" Rin thrashed wildly, raking at the man with her nails as
she tried desperatly to break free. Grunting with annoyance Takemaru thrust her away. The girl reeled
and fell to the floor with a deafening crash. She sobbed breathelessly, glaring hate-filled daggers at
this wretched man above her. With the ningen distracted by Rin, Sesshoumaru made his move.
Dragging himself to his feet, the youkai rushed towards him claws outstretched. Before Takemaru could
dodge once again, he was caught full in the face by five, poisonous talons.
"Aaaaaargg!" Howling in both rage and pain the man lunged after Sesshoumaru, catching him around the
neck with his remaining hand. Using a strength nearly unimaginable for a human he flung the boy into
the far wall. There was a deadening crunch as the inu's injured body made contact with the crumbling
plaster. He let out a agonized yell, pain exploding through all parts of his body, before once again
collapsing to the ground.
Seeing her friend in pain sent Rin over the edge. With an angry scream almost as terrible as that of a
demon, she flung herself at Takemaru. Catching him round the legs, the girl held on tight. She didn't know how she could possibly hurt him. She was a short, 105 pound girl, probably less than one third his size, but she had to try. 'This is the man that killed my parents,' she thought bitterly. 'He's the one who had all those innocent people slaughtered and allowed Mr. Akuma hurt Sesshoumaru."
Suddenly a blinding light flooded the room. It was a deep shade of violet mixed with tiny threads of
blue and pink. For a moment Sesshoumaru was at a loss as to where it had come from, but then he saw.
The strange, beautiful glow was being emitted from Rin's hands as she held tight to Takemaru. For a
minute the older man was at a loss for words, but then he screamed. The light seeped through his skin,
burning down to his bones until the whole of the ningen's frame was consumed by white, terrifying agony. It was as if his very soul were being eaten away. Striking out blindly, Takemaru managed to catch the girl in the stomach and pull away. As she fell, Rin's head cracked hard against the floor. The light faded along with her consciousness.
"You'll pay for that bitch!" Stumbling into the hall the man slammed and locked the door. They would
prove to be even tougher than he'd first thought. Slowly Takemaru limped away, all too aware of the pain
that still gnawed at his legs. What kind of strange power was that anyway? No matter. They would both
be dead before he was done exacting his revenge.
Dragging himself over to Rin, Sesshoumaru couldn't help but smile. The girl was so full of surprises. Both amazing and sad, her soul was like a rare enigma just begging to be unfurled.
"I didn't know you were a priestess little ningen."
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-TOT