InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Sensei ❯ Ch11-Dragon's Throat ( Chapter 11 )
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By: TearsOfTwilight 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 363 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 363 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 11-Dragon's Throat
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Since his lover's demise Bankotsu hadn't breathed a word. His eyes were dead, his aura cold and nearly corpse-like. Sesshoumaru wondered vaguely if the man's soul had already passed on. It certainly appeared that way. Sensing that if he spoke he would receive no response, the youkai simply followed this human specter.
A gust of wind blew teasingly through the thicket of crumbling buildings. Sesshoumaru refused to shudder but clasped the black trenchcoat he had on tightly against his shoulders. Having nothing else to wear but the ridiculous costume Jakotsu had concocted, he'd managed to find the garment lying abandonned on one of the bar stools. Sesshoumaru was imensely grateful. Not only did the coat shield him from the cold, it would hide his broken body from both his enemies and Rin.
Rin...
The boy looked once more at the man in front of him. Sesshoumaru didn't know what he would do were she to die. 'I would simply rather not exist.' This thought struck him as sad. Is that what Bankotsu was goin through? With every step he took did the assassin wish only for death?
"We're here."
Sesshoumaru was taken aback by the stoniness of the other man's voice. It was true. Though his body was still alive, Bankotsu's soul was somewhere far away. Looking up the inu saw a large building even taller and more decadent than those surrounding it. This must have been where Rin and himself had been kept before their escape. To Sesshoumaru it seemed more like a crypt. Without so much as the batting of an eye, Bankotsu rapped loudly on the door. They waited, but there was no answer. Ever so gently the assassin pushed it inward. Sesshoumaru's sesitive ears twitched in agitation as the hinges gave a piglike squeal.
Warily they entered the building's lobby. It was black, thickly so, and even Sesshoumaru's demon eyes took a minute to adjust. His sense of smell however was as keen as ever. 'Father...' As his eyes finally became accustomed to the darkness, the inu could make out the torn and mangled bodies of two youkai on either side of the door.
"They're dead." Bankotsu gazed unpetruebed at the corpses of the two guards. "Someone got here first."
"I know. It was my father." The inu felt strangely uncomfortable talking to this man who was no longer alive or dead.
"How?"
"His scent is everywhere."
Bankotsu didn't reply but turned and plunged deeper into the warehouse's depths. Sesshoumaru stepped past the bodies and continued after his stoic companion. They came to a long hallway. The ribbed sidings on the wall made it seem like the throat of a dragon. 'We're being swallowed.'
The impregnable quiet was suddenly pierced by an ear-shattering scream coming from the far end of the hall. Both Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu stopped short and listened.
"A fight?"
Bankotsu didn't reply. Instead he started walking again, this time at a much faster pace. The noise of battle became more defined as they drew nearer to the corridor's opposite side. A sudden snarl reverberated off the walls. Sesshoumaru, knowing it was his father, broke into a run. The hall took a sharp turn to the right. Beyond that was chaos.
Youkai blood splattered every available surface. The floors, light fixtures, and walls were all saturated with it, a decoration both macabre and strangely radiant. As Sesshoumaru waded into this seeming pool of blood he was eerily aware of how silent it had become. All the demon guards were dead, their bodies hanging in ribbons about the corridor. The corpses reaked. Yet through this stench the inu could vaguely scent out his father as well as something else.
"Father?"
A sort of strangled moan was all that greated him. Sesshoumaru almost tripped over the feeble creature lying at his feet. "Father?" The inu knelt down and began to wipe the blood from the man's face. NoTaisho was in bad shape. Not only did his face appear to be horribly beaten, but the man's belly was also gushing blood. He held a trembling hand against it, trying to staunch the flow. Still the sanguine liquid seeped through.
"Sess..." The man's eyes flickered briefly, then opened wide. "Sesshoumaru!" This exclamation was followed up by a tortured groan. Far too much blood was pooling around him for the boy's liking. In an unusually indecisive motion Sesshoumaru whipped his head about, searching in vain for some form of aid. Bankotsu would be no help. The tormented man didn't seem to notice them at all. Instead he was off to the side, examining the bodies of the freshly killed youkai.
"Sesshoumaru..." This time Mr. NoTaisho actually gathered the strength to grasp his son's arm. "Sesshoumaru...the girl..."
A sudden hot and fearful pain swept across the younger inu's heart. Did he meen Rin? "Father, where is she?"
NoTaisho smiled at his eldest son. He had always known the boy to be capable of caring. Sesshoumaru was cold, but never had he been evil. The man was glad his son worried for him and even more so that he worried for Rin.
"O-over there." Looking to where his father had pointed, the boy caught sight of a human-like shape. Whipping his head back to his father's battered form, Sesshoumaru felt split in two. Torn between family and lover he inhaled sharply, unable to deside. The boy was beginning to feel dizzy. It was like the world was somehow spinning faster. He didn't have time to catch up, and soon Sesshoumaru would go flying. His wounds weren't hurting anymore. Instead they were tingling. The inu's head seemed lighter. Had he anything in his stomach, he would have thrown up.
"Sesshoumaru!" Mr. NoTaisho's weakened voice rose in tempo as his son swayed dangerously above him. With a slight grunt the younger youkai jerked to his feet and stumbled towards Rin, only to be hit with a wave of nausea and come crashing back to the ground. Ignoring his own gaping wound Mr. NoTaisho crawled over to his fallen son. "Boy! Boy, can you hear me?"
Sesshoumaru didn't hear a word of this. His ears were instead occupied with a new, more sinister voice.
~~**She's dead...**~~
What? No! He could hear her breathing, see her moving! Rin was alive!
~~**You cannot save her. Her soul will join the others I have killed.**~~
The boy gasped. "Who are you?" He dragged himself towards the girl, eyes darting back and forth through the darkened hall. "Who are you?" he rasped. "Get away from her!" Reaching the slowly waking ningen, Sesshoumaru managed to wrap his shaking arms about her. The voice spoke again, this time more angry than devious.
~~**I WILL FEED HER TO THE DRAGON OF HELL HIMSELF!**~~
Sesshoumaru could only manage a fearful groan as the words burned brightly across his mind. He clung tighter to Rin who slowly opened her eyes.
"Sess..."
"Sesshoumaru!"
"..."
The mysterious voice was gone. Once more the younger youkai was aware of the world around him. He gazed deeply into the girl's eyes and felt relief like none he had ever known. "Rin?"
Rin looked back at the boy, smiling in both joy and amazement. The night's events had caused Sesshoumaru's mask to shatter, revealing the mess of emotions that burned beneath that once stagnent surface. His eyes blazed with a jumble of happiness, pain, and sorrow, of confusion and fury and courage. Once again Rin was able to see into the amber depths of the inu's soul, and once again was she reminded of why she loved him.
"Sesshoumaru..." The girl smiled up at her forlorn savior. "You came for me."
Something like a smile lit upon the boy's lips before taking flight once more. "Hai. I thought for a moment I'd lost you. When I heard that voice..."
"What voice?" Up until now the elder NoTaisho had been quiet, too busy gaping in awe at his son's unusually tender actions and trying to heal himself with demon magic to speak, but when he heard the boy speak like this the man became alarmed.
Sesshoumaru knitted his brows. "Didn't you hear it?"
"I did." Rin's beautiful features faded into a frown. "It was that sword, the Sou'unga."
Bankotsu's fists clenched, and Mr. NoTaisho growled sharply. "Damn Takemaru and that wretched blade of his!"
The girl shook her head. "Iie. The Sou'unga is not 'his' blade. If anything it is Takemaru who belongs to it." Rin got up slowly and moved over to the elder youkai. He was obviously in severe pain and needed help. He groaned softly as she knelt down to support his weakened back. "Onegai, Mr. NoTaisho. Try not to move too much. I might be able to help you."
NoTaisho bit his lip but nodded and lay still. Rin placed her hands gently on the most ghastly wounds and closed her eyes. 'Concentrate...,' she whispered over and over again in her head. 'Concentrate, concentrate, CONCENTRATE!' Both Bankotsu and Sesshoumaru stumbled back as a wave of pinkish light erupted from the miko's slender fingertips. It swarmed around her and the injured man, causing both demon and ningen to shimmer an unearthly lavender.
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The strength of Rin's healing aura spilled down the halls of the old building. All the youkai lurking within were taken aback by such power. Two dog youkai and an assassin were bad enough. Had they known how powerful this young miko was it was doubtful that any of them would have signed on to guard the Hellish abode. All but one cowered in the corners, hissing like serpents as the aura's power flowed over them. To creatures who had committed so many wrongs this light was excruciating. The one who did remain only laughed. He felt the agony of a riteous soul even more acutely than the others, but it only made his drive to kill stronger. Naraku lurched forward, wounds patched together by demon spells and pure malice. The girl had been foolish. By using her powers to heal the old dog she had sent out a signal of their location that any half-wit demon could read.
"I'm coming Sesshoumaru."
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On the top floor of the warehouse another man felt the priestess's power burn him to the bones. Takemaru sighed. Sou'unga's power did have some drawbacks. He felt things now that he'd never experienced as a normal human. The youkai world was much darker and more mysterious than he had ever dreamed. Sometimes even a hardened and uncaring man such as himself wished he could escape.
~~***Soon they will bow before us. Be patient Setsuna.***~~
For once Takemaru chose to ignore the sword's ghastly words and went to the window to stare down at the city below. The lights reminded him of fireflies. They danced and flickered like the the ones he had seen at Tsukikage Park in Kyoto. The villian allowed himself a weak smile. He had been fifteen then, on a weekend excursion with his family. He remembered the dancing insects clearly that night, for it was the same night on which he had met Izayoi. Beautiful, delicate Izayoi who had sang to the fireflies then ran about telling everyone they were murmuring back at her. Takemaru had been taken with the girl the instant he saw her. Her eyes were so expressive, her laugh so unbelievably clear.
The horrible man, for a moment weary of revenge, rested his head despairingly against his arms. 'If only she had stayed with me. Then none of this would have happened!' Now he had to kill her. The woman and her family would pay for their sins. Still, a part of Takemaru wished he could go back to that night in Tsukikage Park. If only time could stay immobile like that forever, then he would always be happy.
Because even now Setsuna Takemaru still loved Izayoi.
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Since his lover's demise Bankotsu hadn't breathed a word. His eyes were dead, his aura cold and nearly corpse-like. Sesshoumaru wondered vaguely if the man's soul had already passed on. It certainly appeared that way. Sensing that if he spoke he would receive no response, the youkai simply followed this human specter.
A gust of wind blew teasingly through the thicket of crumbling buildings. Sesshoumaru refused to shudder but clasped the black trenchcoat he had on tightly against his shoulders. Having nothing else to wear but the ridiculous costume Jakotsu had concocted, he'd managed to find the garment lying abandonned on one of the bar stools. Sesshoumaru was imensely grateful. Not only did the coat shield him from the cold, it would hide his broken body from both his enemies and Rin.
Rin...
The boy looked once more at the man in front of him. Sesshoumaru didn't know what he would do were she to die. 'I would simply rather not exist.' This thought struck him as sad. Is that what Bankotsu was goin through? With every step he took did the assassin wish only for death?
"We're here."
Sesshoumaru was taken aback by the stoniness of the other man's voice. It was true. Though his body was still alive, Bankotsu's soul was somewhere far away. Looking up the inu saw a large building even taller and more decadent than those surrounding it. This must have been where Rin and himself had been kept before their escape. To Sesshoumaru it seemed more like a crypt. Without so much as the batting of an eye, Bankotsu rapped loudly on the door. They waited, but there was no answer. Ever so gently the assassin pushed it inward. Sesshoumaru's sesitive ears twitched in agitation as the hinges gave a piglike squeal.
Warily they entered the building's lobby. It was black, thickly so, and even Sesshoumaru's demon eyes took a minute to adjust. His sense of smell however was as keen as ever. 'Father...' As his eyes finally became accustomed to the darkness, the inu could make out the torn and mangled bodies of two youkai on either side of the door.
"They're dead." Bankotsu gazed unpetruebed at the corpses of the two guards. "Someone got here first."
"I know. It was my father." The inu felt strangely uncomfortable talking to this man who was no longer alive or dead.
"How?"
"His scent is everywhere."
Bankotsu didn't reply but turned and plunged deeper into the warehouse's depths. Sesshoumaru stepped past the bodies and continued after his stoic companion. They came to a long hallway. The ribbed sidings on the wall made it seem like the throat of a dragon. 'We're being swallowed.'
The impregnable quiet was suddenly pierced by an ear-shattering scream coming from the far end of the hall. Both Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu stopped short and listened.
"A fight?"
Bankotsu didn't reply. Instead he started walking again, this time at a much faster pace. The noise of battle became more defined as they drew nearer to the corridor's opposite side. A sudden snarl reverberated off the walls. Sesshoumaru, knowing it was his father, broke into a run. The hall took a sharp turn to the right. Beyond that was chaos.
Youkai blood splattered every available surface. The floors, light fixtures, and walls were all saturated with it, a decoration both macabre and strangely radiant. As Sesshoumaru waded into this seeming pool of blood he was eerily aware of how silent it had become. All the demon guards were dead, their bodies hanging in ribbons about the corridor. The corpses reaked. Yet through this stench the inu could vaguely scent out his father as well as something else.
"Father?"
A sort of strangled moan was all that greated him. Sesshoumaru almost tripped over the feeble creature lying at his feet. "Father?" The inu knelt down and began to wipe the blood from the man's face. NoTaisho was in bad shape. Not only did his face appear to be horribly beaten, but the man's belly was also gushing blood. He held a trembling hand against it, trying to staunch the flow. Still the sanguine liquid seeped through.
"Sess..." The man's eyes flickered briefly, then opened wide. "Sesshoumaru!" This exclamation was followed up by a tortured groan. Far too much blood was pooling around him for the boy's liking. In an unusually indecisive motion Sesshoumaru whipped his head about, searching in vain for some form of aid. Bankotsu would be no help. The tormented man didn't seem to notice them at all. Instead he was off to the side, examining the bodies of the freshly killed youkai.
"Sesshoumaru..." This time Mr. NoTaisho actually gathered the strength to grasp his son's arm. "Sesshoumaru...the girl..."
A sudden hot and fearful pain swept across the younger inu's heart. Did he meen Rin? "Father, where is she?"
NoTaisho smiled at his eldest son. He had always known the boy to be capable of caring. Sesshoumaru was cold, but never had he been evil. The man was glad his son worried for him and even more so that he worried for Rin.
"O-over there." Looking to where his father had pointed, the boy caught sight of a human-like shape. Whipping his head back to his father's battered form, Sesshoumaru felt split in two. Torn between family and lover he inhaled sharply, unable to deside. The boy was beginning to feel dizzy. It was like the world was somehow spinning faster. He didn't have time to catch up, and soon Sesshoumaru would go flying. His wounds weren't hurting anymore. Instead they were tingling. The inu's head seemed lighter. Had he anything in his stomach, he would have thrown up.
"Sesshoumaru!" Mr. NoTaisho's weakened voice rose in tempo as his son swayed dangerously above him. With a slight grunt the younger youkai jerked to his feet and stumbled towards Rin, only to be hit with a wave of nausea and come crashing back to the ground. Ignoring his own gaping wound Mr. NoTaisho crawled over to his fallen son. "Boy! Boy, can you hear me?"
Sesshoumaru didn't hear a word of this. His ears were instead occupied with a new, more sinister voice.
~~**She's dead...**~~
What? No! He could hear her breathing, see her moving! Rin was alive!
~~**You cannot save her. Her soul will join the others I have killed.**~~
The boy gasped. "Who are you?" He dragged himself towards the girl, eyes darting back and forth through the darkened hall. "Who are you?" he rasped. "Get away from her!" Reaching the slowly waking ningen, Sesshoumaru managed to wrap his shaking arms about her. The voice spoke again, this time more angry than devious.
~~**I WILL FEED HER TO THE DRAGON OF HELL HIMSELF!**~~
Sesshoumaru could only manage a fearful groan as the words burned brightly across his mind. He clung tighter to Rin who slowly opened her eyes.
"Sess..."
"Sesshoumaru!"
"..."
The mysterious voice was gone. Once more the younger youkai was aware of the world around him. He gazed deeply into the girl's eyes and felt relief like none he had ever known. "Rin?"
Rin looked back at the boy, smiling in both joy and amazement. The night's events had caused Sesshoumaru's mask to shatter, revealing the mess of emotions that burned beneath that once stagnent surface. His eyes blazed with a jumble of happiness, pain, and sorrow, of confusion and fury and courage. Once again Rin was able to see into the amber depths of the inu's soul, and once again was she reminded of why she loved him.
"Sesshoumaru..." The girl smiled up at her forlorn savior. "You came for me."
Something like a smile lit upon the boy's lips before taking flight once more. "Hai. I thought for a moment I'd lost you. When I heard that voice..."
"What voice?" Up until now the elder NoTaisho had been quiet, too busy gaping in awe at his son's unusually tender actions and trying to heal himself with demon magic to speak, but when he heard the boy speak like this the man became alarmed.
Sesshoumaru knitted his brows. "Didn't you hear it?"
"I did." Rin's beautiful features faded into a frown. "It was that sword, the Sou'unga."
Bankotsu's fists clenched, and Mr. NoTaisho growled sharply. "Damn Takemaru and that wretched blade of his!"
The girl shook her head. "Iie. The Sou'unga is not 'his' blade. If anything it is Takemaru who belongs to it." Rin got up slowly and moved over to the elder youkai. He was obviously in severe pain and needed help. He groaned softly as she knelt down to support his weakened back. "Onegai, Mr. NoTaisho. Try not to move too much. I might be able to help you."
NoTaisho bit his lip but nodded and lay still. Rin placed her hands gently on the most ghastly wounds and closed her eyes. 'Concentrate...,' she whispered over and over again in her head. 'Concentrate, concentrate, CONCENTRATE!' Both Bankotsu and Sesshoumaru stumbled back as a wave of pinkish light erupted from the miko's slender fingertips. It swarmed around her and the injured man, causing both demon and ningen to shimmer an unearthly lavender.
~~***~~***~~***~~
The strength of Rin's healing aura spilled down the halls of the old building. All the youkai lurking within were taken aback by such power. Two dog youkai and an assassin were bad enough. Had they known how powerful this young miko was it was doubtful that any of them would have signed on to guard the Hellish abode. All but one cowered in the corners, hissing like serpents as the aura's power flowed over them. To creatures who had committed so many wrongs this light was excruciating. The one who did remain only laughed. He felt the agony of a riteous soul even more acutely than the others, but it only made his drive to kill stronger. Naraku lurched forward, wounds patched together by demon spells and pure malice. The girl had been foolish. By using her powers to heal the old dog she had sent out a signal of their location that any half-wit demon could read.
"I'm coming Sesshoumaru."
~~***~~***~~***~~
On the top floor of the warehouse another man felt the priestess's power burn him to the bones. Takemaru sighed. Sou'unga's power did have some drawbacks. He felt things now that he'd never experienced as a normal human. The youkai world was much darker and more mysterious than he had ever dreamed. Sometimes even a hardened and uncaring man such as himself wished he could escape.
~~***Soon they will bow before us. Be patient Setsuna.***~~
For once Takemaru chose to ignore the sword's ghastly words and went to the window to stare down at the city below. The lights reminded him of fireflies. They danced and flickered like the the ones he had seen at Tsukikage Park in Kyoto. The villian allowed himself a weak smile. He had been fifteen then, on a weekend excursion with his family. He remembered the dancing insects clearly that night, for it was the same night on which he had met Izayoi. Beautiful, delicate Izayoi who had sang to the fireflies then ran about telling everyone they were murmuring back at her. Takemaru had been taken with the girl the instant he saw her. Her eyes were so expressive, her laugh so unbelievably clear.
The horrible man, for a moment weary of revenge, rested his head despairingly against his arms. 'If only she had stayed with me. Then none of this would have happened!' Now he had to kill her. The woman and her family would pay for their sins. Still, a part of Takemaru wished he could go back to that night in Tsukikage Park. If only time could stay immobile like that forever, then he would always be happy.
Because even now Setsuna Takemaru still loved Izayoi.
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