InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Daughter of the West ❯ Aya's Sinister Plot ( Chapter 27 )

[A/N: I really don't know. Let's just say she's like a poisonous tree frog. Some poor animal nibbled at her, and then ran away cause she tasted nasty. Anyway, I really hope all you guys like this chapter!]

Daughter of the West

Chapter 27: Aya's Sinister Plot

Naraku walked down one of the winding halls of his castle, stopping when he came to a specific doorway. He looked inside, and there lay Aikina, writhing in silent pain. She was still only a soul-less shell, but the demon knew that she was slowly dieing. Aya had been poisoning her. Even he thought that it was inhumane. As long as her soul was trapped in Kanna's mirror, she was harmless. Especially for it to be happening to such a picturesque young woman…

He walked in, already able to feel her labored breathing. Without even having to summon her, Kanna appeared behind him. "Return her soul," he commanded simply. The snow-colored child walked forward, and a blue light formed around her mirror. A second later, a sphere of blue light left the mirror and entered Aikina's chest. A few moments later, her blue eyes fluttered open. The first thing she did was glare up at Naraku. "You…what do you want?" she demanded angrily.

He pushed Kanna back, smirking a little. "I don't want anything," he replied simply. Aikina raised an eyebrow. "Then why the hell did you return my soul? How long have I been out, anyway?" she asked, speaking in a much calmer tone. "To answer your first question, I simply wished to see id you were still alive. For you second, you've only been unconscious for a few days," he replied. Aikina sighed. "Thanks," she said softly. She looked down, still thinking about her mother and father. How cruel she had been to them, and that now they and her friends were risking their lives to save her. But while she was deep in thought, she had not noticed that Naraku had kneeled down next to her.

Unknown to either of them, Aya walked silently, almost like a ghost down the hall. She had quickly returned from her little dealings with Kikyo. She nearly passed the doorway without any event until she saw Naraku kneeling beside a now conscious Aikina. What in all the hells is he doing? Aya felt like walking in there and poisoning the girl even more, or maybe tell her that her mother was badly injured, but she decided against it, wanting to watch what her little helper would do.

Naraku smirked evilly at Aikina, who was looking simply puzzled. "What are you planning?" she demanded, sounding almost silent. She could feel her cheeks turning a little red. Truthfully, she had never had a man this close to her. He gently ran a finger over the two red scars on her cheek, and then leaned a little closer, their lips meeting in a spellbinding kiss. At this point, Aikina really didn't care that he was assisting her captor. She had never really kissed a man before. Aikina quickly slipped her arms around his neck.

Aya gasped a little. What the hell is he doing!? She growled in the back of her throat. She smirked a little. "I guess I can just wait until they finish up…or maybe I could spoil their little moment," she muttered softly. Aya peeked her head in, watching as the two parted.

Aikina smirked a little. "If you think you can seduce me that easily you're sadly mistaken," she said softly. Naraku sighed. "Then can I at least enjoy from afar?" he asked. Aikina's smirk grew. But then, Aya walked in, her green hair swaying behind her. "Well, it seems the blood of a whore runs strongly through your veins," she said sarcastically. Naraku quickly stood up, his face having reverted back to its usual, vengeful look. Aya waved a hand, and he exited, giving Aikina a glance that was full of an unusual compassion. As soon as he was gone, Aikina stood, her fists balled.

"You…" Aikina hissed. Aya smirked a little, walking toward her, twiddling her thumbs against her sides. "Yes, I," she replied derisively. Aikina gripped her chest, growling in pain. There was an aching feeling there, like she had been stabbed by a small knife, and it was now infected. "What have you been doing to me?" Aikina demanded angrily. Aya laughed a little. "I've been poisoning you," she replied blandly. Aikina growled. She had to get out of there. She had to get back to her parents and friends.

"I will not let you kill me!" she yelled, lunging at her. Aya quickly grabbed one of her clawed hands in hers. Dammit, Aikina thought, There's so much pain! I can barely move! Aya angrily threw her back against the wall, Aikina giving out a high-pitched yelp as she made impact. Aikina slid down the wall, wincing as she did, until she reached the mat-covered floor. Smiling, Aya turned back to Kanna. "Come," she said simply. The ashen child came forward, and without having to be told, she set her mirror down in front of Aikina.

Aya knelt down before the mirror and pulled a small vial filled with purple fluid out of her sleeve. She removed the dragon-shaped pewter cap and poured a few drops onto the mirror, causing it to fizzle. A moment later, a picture came into view. Aya pointed at it, and so Aikina looked, only to be filled with sorrow. There was Sesshomaru, holding an injured Kimi in his lap, looking down at her lovingly and worriedly at the same time.

Then it came to her, tears forming in her eyes. "How are you getting this image?" she asked roughly. Aya smirked, happy that she was getting the desired effect. "This is no act of forgery. It is happening as we speak," she said sadistically. Aikina looked as though she could lurch over and strangle Aya. "You did this…What did you do to her?!" she demanded, sounding quite distraught. Aya signaled for Kanna to take the mirror away, and so she did.

Aya stood the girl up, smirking evilly. She held her against the wall, her hand pressed against the girl's shoulder. "Your mother was poisoned jus as you are, just in a different method. How would you like a demonstration?" she asked cruelly. Aya drew her green sword, which still had traces of Kimi's blood on it. Aikina gaped in horror as Aya drove the blade straight through her torso to the point that it pierced the wooden wall behind her. She let out a muffled cry as the green-haired demon drew the blade back out, wiping her blood off on a cloth.

Aikina grabbed the gushing wound, noticing differences in her blood. It was thinner than it usually was, and the tint was darker. Aya smirked. "That's what happens after prolonged exposure. I was able to poison your mother because my sword is only crystallized poison. Of course, it would be much worse if it got into your bloodstream. Like I plan to do to your father," she said.

Aikina slid down the wall, leaving a large line of blood all the way down. "Poison…Sesshomaru?" she asked. Aya laughed a little. "Poison Sesshomaru, drown your mother, and then kill off all your little friends in whatever creative ways I can come up with," she replied, her voice like salt in a wound. Aikina gaped. "No…! You can't do that to them!" she yelled angrily. Aya laughed a little. "Oh, no love. I won't be doing anything. It's you that'll murder your parents," she said. "And how would you do that?" Aikina demanded. Aya laughed even more. "When your soul is in the mirror, your body can be controlled without any sort of resistance! Isn't it just perfect? Your mother and father will die thinking you've betrayed them!" she cackled.

As she began to panic, Aikina started dragging towards the door, leaving a large trail of blood behind her. Aya sighed and snapped her fingers together. At this signal, Kanna sucked Aikina's soul back into the mirror, and the girl dropped to the ground, her eyes blank. Aya snickered a little and quickly exited the room. She turned, and saw Naraku waiting. "So," she started, "Is that odd boy still attacking that village?" she asked.

The dark-haired demon nodded. "Of course. Kohaku is still near the small town. He picks off villagers every so often to scare them. He should prove to be a good lure for Inu-Yasha and his little friends," he said. Aya laughed. "And when the time is right, I shall have Aikina smote Sesshomaru and his miserable little servant girl."