InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Dust ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Demon Dust

The silky strands of his hair caressed the rim of his face. He closed his eyes to his surrounding rather not knowing what was really around him. His limbs rouse as he drifted down. `Why did they do this to me?' he wondered solemnly, `When he came it seemed they had no extent for me. After that day I was only taking up space to them wasn't I?'

Images of his younger brother clocked his shattered mind. Images that angered him the most were the ones of his brother and his father together. Talking. Playing together, excluding him. `If my mother was alive this would've never happened. My half-brother would've never been brought into this world of ours, and I wouldn't be here now.'

Opening his eyes half-mast he pondered his hatred for his sibling. The feather blankets sunk at his left side as his master sat down on the bed. "Sesshomaru." `Yes that's my name,' he thought lying prone on the bed, "Sesshomaru, the Killing Perfection.' He felt the mans fingers trace the red markings on his smooth pale cheek.

Sesshomaru allowed him to observe his marks, instead of slapping the unwanted hands away. His master breathed his name again. "You and I share only so many similarities. Why don't you converse with me? Have your insides been shredded deep enough for you not to speak your mind?"

The boy just stared, motionless, underneath him. Naraku sighed, picking up a tray off the ground placing it on his lap. Taking up a rice ball he prompted it to the boys glossy lips, knowing that he was to weak to move. He made no attempt to open his mouth, blinking seemed to be the only action he could perform. Naraku stiffened with rage; "I hope you don't mind, but your acting quite rude to my care. Tell me boy, torn angel, what angers you so deeply?"

`What does he think he's doing?' Sesshomaru thought bitterly, `He doesn't even know the story of it! Did he buy with me with no question of why my father was selling me?' Naraku waited patiently studying the boy think. "What is it that you want then?" Sesshomaru's face-hardened remembering the family fights and that one misty night where'd he'd been sold away to the Turks, "The death of my half-brother!" he hissed.

He smiled inwardly proud of himself to get the boy unmuted, also finding his voice approving. "Then why live life dream to dream?" The silver haired demon boy propped himself up on the bed listing inattentively. "I can tell you, by your personality, you'll only stay here with much force, and I wouldn't care to see you hurt by my guards. If you stay here, do your work, and obey my rules I promise you that I will tend to your brother demise."

Grinning, Sesshomaru picked up the first rice ball.

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His reflection rippled in the water, as waves cut through it. Sesshomaru waited for it to calm and gazed upon his reflection. He had grown since that time when Naraku first made his promise. Touching his cheek he frowned, the red marks-where his father slashed him-never faded away.

`Right now, Naraku is ripping the flesh of my half-brother. Bringing him to his long promised death,' Sesshomaru chuckled, `No blood will stain my hands, no mess to clean. Soon I shall be rid of him for eternity! Gazing up at the sky, he speculated out loud, "I wonder what's happening right now…" The sky didn't give an answer.

Sesshomaru lay back against the grassy hill, conjuring memories of the past. Rising up his palm he marveled at it, once a blistery scab from slavery, now smooth and subtle. After being adorned in rough rags working in the slave courtiers, he earned his way up to being a commander in Naraku's army of demons. Sesshomaru, the Killing Perfection, fought along side the feared demon Naraku.

Naraku sat down besides him. "How'd it go?" Sesshomaru asked casually. There was a pause and from his observations no blood was spilt over his masters garments. "Just as planned," he answered briefly. His voice seemed tired and strained, usually the way it sound when he takes on another beings form. "It is done then?"

Sesshomaru sat up. Naraku stared off into the horizon, "Done." Raising his eyes brows Sesshomaru repeated the words, "Done? Done, that's it? Tell me what happened at least!" Naraku stood up, and started to walk away. "Stop!" he shouted as he rose and ran towards his master. "All the years I've worked for you, all that I've done, and this! How do I know you actually kill him? How do I know that he's still not breathing!"

The black haired man spun around, jabbing Sesshomaru in the ribs. The dagger made a ringing noise as Naraku ripped it out of it sheath, cutting the young demon in the veins before he could make a defense. Before the boy could collapse he grabbed him by his long hair, "Do you no faith in me?" Gazing down at the boy in his arm, he noted he was paler than normal. "I have faith in you as much as I do anything else in this humble world," Sesshomaru said, mouth full of blood. Naraku dropped him.

The teenaged boy lay on the ground. Never estimating him to be so strong. The title of the Killing Perfection was no longer his. The sun was setting and Sesshomaru still lay crumpled on the hills. The only thing he thought he could actually do right in this selfless world had returned to betray him in the end. The blood poured out of his mouth, making his lips swell with the coppery taste. After a few hours he passed out due to the lose of blood.

Groggy he opened his eyes to the sharp light making the ache in his head hurt more. He felt dizzy and numb all over. Feeling himself sprawled on a sofa his vision spotted back to reality. In front of him sat Naraku perched up on a chair, currently painting on the massive canvas placed before him, dangling on an easel. "Don't move," he whispered under his breath as he glanced at Sesshomaru then at the canvas. He didn't need to say that, Sesshomaru was to dizzy.

"What in the hells do you think your doing?" Sesshomaru questioned in his hoarse voice. "Painting your picture, what else?" Closing his eyes again he pictured himself laying in that feather bed a long time ago, with his master talking to him. And all those marvelous portraits that hung around him on the walls, some stacked up against the fortifications.

"Why…?" Sesshomaru's voice wondered. Naraku's laughter rang thought the chambers. "Once I finish, your soul will be trapped with in this tapestry of mine." Staggering up Sesshomaru made his way over on top of the crimson rugs. "Naraku," he said through clenched teeth, "I know that you posses many strange-but wonderful-abilities, but trapping ones soul into paint doesn't suite your range of power." He tried to laugh modestly, but his stomach wasn't up to it. Getting besides his master, he gazed at his painting. He captured his face perfectly. It was Sesshomaru, lying against a tree, asleep-or passed out, with feathery black wings that spread then curved around him. In the back round, in the pastel blue sky, where white images supposedly to pass as clouds, but were actually demons and angels fighting.

Flickering rage now streamed through his veins as he looked upon this picture that his master contrapted. "Do you know what they are fighting for?" Sesshomaru remained silent. "For you. You are the fallen angel that they are looking for. You have an angels looks and grace, but a devils mind and soul."

Fixing to strike him Sesshomaru took a step back. "Just what are you saying?" Sesshomaru hissed. Naraku rose, "You know your mother died giving birth to you." Sesshomaru staggered back, "Shut-up!" "After then it felt like no one cared for you." "I swear to the gods you'll regret having this conversation!"

"Your father beat you didn't he?"

"Shut-up!"

"You took out your anger on all peers around you, beating them. That's how you sharpened your rage into a perfect tool for fighting?"

"No." Sesshomaru wouldn't let the tears escape from his eyes. He'd only cried once, and hopped to keep it that way. His back hit the stonewall, and Naraku stood in front of him. "Your father re-marred all too quickly, eh? And then your step mother conceived your half brother, Inu Yasha?"

"Did you kill him?!" Sesshomaru screamed. "No." Naraku went back to his painting. Falling the floor Sesshomaru wondered what just happened. The summary of his life was just retold. Why had he almost cried over it? The past has past, there's nothing anyone can possibly do to change it. No, his brother wasn't dead. `I lived quite a pointless life didn't I?' Sesshomaru thought leaning back against the wall every now and then looking back up at Naraku, `and I was tricked by Naraku, wasn't I? What a fool. Mother, father…Inu Yasha. Why didn't we stay together like a normal family? Was it because of me and that sharp tongue I posses? Did you really hate me father? Did I not make you proud enough? I was your first Angel of Death, only to be trumped by the second born. Yes…I wonder what he's doing…"

Standing up, too quick for human eyes to visualize, Sesshomaru flung himself towards Naraku, cracking his claws he felt the poison stream out of his heart and into the tips of each nail. His right hand sunk into Naraku's shoulder, releasing his venom into his master's blood flow. With sharp grace Naraku grabbed a paintbrush and made a crescent moon on Sesshomaru's forehead.

The boy froze, hand out stretch, eyes wide. "Wadied-shing-o-diede-cagono." Naraku murmured. Sesshomaru's eyes went black, and his body soon lowered its self onto his knees. Removing the youth's hand from him, he picked the boy up by his shoulders. "Your soul is mine now. I will see through your eyes whenever I chose to do so. Go now, into the taverns of the world, gathering up information about the Shikon Jewel."