InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demons in Disguise ❯ Fury ( Chapter 32 )

A/N: Doh! I've been such a lazy ass! Sorry everyone for my laziness. It's a short update, but I'm working on the next one already ^^ Besides, I know everyone has been waiting for when Sesshou and Sesshoumaru meet. Well…read on ^.~

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When Sesshou became conscious, his body was soothingly numb. Steam rose from beneath him in a humid daze, while from the abdomen down her felt a marvelous hot pressure encompassing him. The tepid serenity distracted him a minute more, then the events of the last day slapped him into full consciousness. He bolted into a sitting up position, but winced when he felt a sharp tug from the back of his head.

"Oh my…your awake."

Sesshou turned back to the voice. Sitting at the edge of the indoor spring was a petite kitsune female. In one hand was a shaving blade and in the other was a handful of silvery hair--his hair. His eyebrows raised and he felt the top of his head. There was only about an inch and a half of hair left on his scalp. Sesshou's lip curled in distaste before taking a quick survey of his surroundings.

He was located in a luxurious indoor bathing area with heated water and exotic plants. He redirected his attention to the trembling kitsune on the edge of the pool. Without a word and only allowing a slight look of annoyance on his features, he grabbed her arm with vice.

"What are you doing?" he asked sternly. The female gulped, tears falling from her eyes.

"Mistress, requested I cut your hair…s-so you don't resemble h-her Lord and husband so much," the woman choked. This answer only proved to further aggravate him. He squeezed her arm harder until she squealed, her green eyes were glassy with fear. Sesshou's brow furrowed somewhat. He was not at all satisfied with the replies this inferior youkai was giving him.

"Do not be so vague when you address me, wench!" he snapped. The girl shouted and struggled in his grasp.

"The Lord…you look like him…this displeases my Mistress! Please, leave me be, I am simply following her command!" Her response was panicked therefore, unfortunately, extensively irked him.

"You are no use to me. You are expendable," Sesshou's eyes flicked red. The hand that was clutching the kitsune's arm radiated green smoke. She screamed when her skin began to burn away leaving nothing but the stench of carrion. Sesshou gripped harder until the lime smoke burst from beneath his palm and killed the attendant instantaneously.

Sesshou found it disturbing that when he looked down at her dead, singed, body he felt nothing remotely resembling remorse. Instead He felt angrier than he ever had before. Not at what he had done though. He couldn't explain this rage. This intense anger was uncharacteristic of both himself and the true Sesshoumaru. There was something in this castle that was sending off a vibe which was making Sesshou feel incredibly goaded. Trying his best to shake off this feeling, he grabbed a satin towel from the edge of the pool and wrapped it around his bare waist. He growled while sniffing the air.

Anger clouded his mind so much that he was beginning to forget what he was searching for. Where was this fury coming from? Sesshou ran from the room through the nearest door. He found himself in a hall with a pair of guards at the entrance of the spring. When he appeared, they jumped back in surprise and fumbled with their spears.

"It's him!" One guard stated. "We have to warn-" But he didn't finish his sentence. Sesshou rushed forward in a blur, gripping his chin in one hand and then the other on his head. In one swift motion he twisted the guards head. There was a sickening crack and the guard fell dead to the ground, with his neck bent at a weird angle. The other guard screamed and ran down to hall. Sesshou caught up with him easily, and simply chopped off the man's head with his swinging claw.

The hatred! The fury! He'd never felt such a thing. He sniffed the air again, searching for a purpose in this castle. He growled in a more feral fashion and jumped forward a few feet. He had enough sense to notice that as his rage increased, a certain scent was approaching. It was creamy scent of milk and cedar wood. Wait. This scent was the same as his. The scent was coming from him? That couldn't be! He was here and the scent was somewhere else. His mind raced, the scent became stronger and the rage only rose higher. He ran down the corridors frantically, searching without a reason.

When he found a locked door he quickly ripped it off its hinges. Inside was a simple white room, yet there was a small pool of water in the middle. He knelt down to the side, breathing heavy. The pool instantly knew what Sesshou wanted to see, whether Sesshou knew this or not. He leaned close, his eyes blaring red, as the pool rippled and an image began to take shape. A man…with long white hair. Very long white hair. A silvery white. His eyes were steely, empty gold. He wore white robes, trimmed in places with red. This man was him! Yet he knew he wasn't wearing the same clothes as the man in the image and also his hair was not as long. He inspected the image closer to discover where this man was located. According to the image, he was standing…directly behind him!