InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 40 ( Chapter 39 )
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By: knife thrower 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.23.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 853 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.23.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 853 | Status: Work In Progress
#Sango sat close to the fire, taking comfort in its glow. To those who travel in the wilderness, fire holds an importance far greater than just preserving body heat. A good fire rallies hope, soothes the soul, and provides a gathering place where even the most hardened warriors come together to laugh and trade tales. Across the fire sat Inutaisho, who was taking a break from hitting on her. He watched her as she took the jerky Miroku had given her from the top of her boot. First she touched the tip of her tongue to the meat. Inu found the action arousing, then laughed at the disgusted look that came over her face.
“Does it taste bad?” He asked. She stared at the jerky oddly.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m not hungry. Sometimes I get like that.”
“Midoriko was like that. She worried a lot, had a lot of responsibilities. Sometimes she would go for days without eating. Izayoi was completely different. She loved to eat, especially sweets. Kind of like Kagome. It’s odd, that you would be more like Midoriko and Kagome would be like Izayoi”
Sango was surprised at how familiar he seemed with Kagome. “Have you been watching us much?”
“Over the years, I watched my Inuyasha, and when Inuyasha formed his pack, I watched all of you. That’s when I became so fascinated with you, Sango. I admire your strength. You are truly a warrior worthy of respect. Kagome possesses an unparalleled degree of power. My son surrounds himself with beautiful, powerful women. Reminds me of me.” Inu flashed a roguish smile.
“Inuyasha’s first priestess Kikyo was a powerful woman as well. Even when she returned from death, she had impressive powers.”
Kikyo’s fixation with vengeance and hatred of Kagome had bothered Sango greatly. All of the resurrected she had encountered shared similar obsessions. Obviously, Inu would not share her misgivings about the undead. By her standards, he should not be walking in the mortal realm, himself. “She played a part in fighting Niroku, and she saved my husband’s life. I have to be grateful for that.”
“But…” He prompted.
“I don’t want you to think I’m passing judgment on your being here, but I can’t help but think that when you die, you should just stay dead.”
He studied the fire for a while, then said “The Tensaiga was created from my fang. The power to transcend death is in my hands. It has been for many centuries. Would you have had me watch as Izayoi and Inuyasha perished, when I had the ability to save them? And what of me? The most powerful warrior of all time. Unlimited potential for power. Would it be right to let that be sacrificed at the hands of a pitiful little Samurai like Takimaru? The last thing I remember is being pinned to the floor of a burning building, My last breaths were agony. Then I woke up in Hell. I knew then that I didn’t belong there, that I wouldn’t stay there. Think of all I can do in this world. To allow such power to perish would be a tragic waste.”
Inu toyed with the idea of telling Sango that he had brought her back from the dead, but he needed her, and he was unsure how she would react. He doubted he would be overwhelmed with gratitude. Although he knew he would have to tell her sooner or later, she had made it amply clear that she didn’t approve of bringing the dead back to life. When the time came, he would most likely use Sango’s preoccupation with Kagome to keep her under control. Inu had observed the obsessive nature of the dead who walked among the living. Though the complexity of their ideas and behaviors varied, undoubtedly determined by their original personalities and the motives and methods used by the entity who resurrected them, they all shared this obsessive trait to one degree or another. Sango’s fixation with Kagome’s well-being was sure to help in obtaining Kagome’s trust.
If he could solidify his hold on Sango’s loyalty, Kagome would be more likely to have faith in him and accept his guidance. The slayer’s presence in his pack would help insure the little priestess stayed content. Kagome had been off his radar for a short while, as his mate and oldest son had always been. According to his latest intelligence reports, however, Kagome was essentially estranged from his half-breed son, Inuyasha. For years she had followed the boy back and forth across Japan, sleeping on the forest floor and fighting by his side, with never a word of appreciation. The priestess had put up with unbelievable abuse at his son’s hands, and Inu planned on treating her much better than Inuyasha had, showering her with all the love she had been denied and making sure she had every luxury she could possibly desire. He had observed that Kagome was very loyal to those who she loved, a trait attested to by her repeated forgiveness of Inuyasha’s transgressions. It was her nature to connect love with protection, and to be attracted to powerful warriors who would also be able to keep her safe. She enjoyed sensual indulgences, like eating sweets and bathing in hot springs, much as Izayoi had. Inu knew that he could provide security and luxury better than any being that had ever existed. He was very rich and very powerful. Even if such practical considerations were taken out of the picture, he had no doubt that he could persuade Kagome to bond with him. Despite Inutaisho’s bloodline being diluted with human blood, two powerful priestesses of the same line as Midoriko had been irresistibly drawn to Inuyasha. He also reasoned that Kagome would be likely to venerate him as Sango did, for being essentially the progenitor of Inuyasha’s pack. With Sango and Kagome by his side, he would finally attain the power decreed by destiny.
By now, Inuyasha was sure to be in Fudo, waiting at the inn. Inu had told Amaya to keep his son there with the promise of lucrative work. He had instructed her to have Bankotsu eliminate Miroku, but she had assured him that she would take care of Inuyasha’s constant companion, and promised there would be no chance of his interfering.
Once upon a time, before he was a great general, Inutaisho had been a mercenary, like Inuyasha had become. He had wandered the Continent, performing little services for whatever party would pay him well. He found it amusing that it was his half-breed son who was following in his footsteps. Unknowingly and instinctively, Inuyasha had obtained the love of Kikyo and Kagome, just as Inutaisho would have done in a more calculated manner.
His legitimate son, Sesshomaru, on the other hand, had always been a closed book to him. Literally. When Sesshomaru was a very young pup, Inu had tried to use his powers to influence his son, with no success. When magic failed, Inu tried charisma, attempting to charm the young demon into becoming one of his admirers. Sesshomaru remained cold and aloof. Inu soon gave up on his son, blaming Ai’s strange blood.
When Inu was a himself a pup, his own father had told him of the power-bearing priestesses of legend. Finding such a priestess had been his quest since adolescence. He had been at a public house in some forsaken outpost, celebrating the successful termination of a minor lord, when he first heard the story of the beautiful young oracle. Inu traveled far to reach the land where the oracle was said to be imprisoned. He had found her there, held captive in her cave, and fallen in love with her youthful, human beauty and overwhelming aura of power. The fight to free her from her prison had been one of the hardest battles of his life. For a while, he was content, feeling as if he had found what he had sought for so long. He named her Ai, mated her, and took her to Japan, where he began to consolidate his power. Even her madness could not dampen the love he felt for her.
Inutaisho lay with Ai each night, making passionate love to her, always hoping she would regain her sanity. He believed it was her madness which made him unable to access her powers. He waited for her to become pregnant, thinking that having a pup might bring her to her senses. Unlike most nobles, he hoped for a female pup. He had no need of a male heir. He planned to live for a long, long time.
One tender spring day, he was patrolling his ever-expanding lands when he crossed paths with a large, angry fire-cat. In the stories told to him by his father, the power-bearing priestesses of legend often went into battle on the back of a fire cat. Inu decided that he would capture the cat, tame it, and present it to Ai. The cat was incredibly fierce, and the fight was long and bloody. He was unable to take the cat alive, as he had planned. Once the noise of their battle subsided, he discovered why the cat had been so determined. He heard a soft sound coming from the surrounding forest. When he investigated, he found a little two-tailed kitten curled up in a hollow log, mewing weakly. He bundled the kitten into his shirt, warming it against his chest, and took it home to Ai.
“Does it taste bad?” He asked. She stared at the jerky oddly.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m not hungry. Sometimes I get like that.”
“Midoriko was like that. She worried a lot, had a lot of responsibilities. Sometimes she would go for days without eating. Izayoi was completely different. She loved to eat, especially sweets. Kind of like Kagome. It’s odd, that you would be more like Midoriko and Kagome would be like Izayoi”
Sango was surprised at how familiar he seemed with Kagome. “Have you been watching us much?”
“Over the years, I watched my Inuyasha, and when Inuyasha formed his pack, I watched all of you. That’s when I became so fascinated with you, Sango. I admire your strength. You are truly a warrior worthy of respect. Kagome possesses an unparalleled degree of power. My son surrounds himself with beautiful, powerful women. Reminds me of me.” Inu flashed a roguish smile.
“Inuyasha’s first priestess Kikyo was a powerful woman as well. Even when she returned from death, she had impressive powers.”
Kikyo’s fixation with vengeance and hatred of Kagome had bothered Sango greatly. All of the resurrected she had encountered shared similar obsessions. Obviously, Inu would not share her misgivings about the undead. By her standards, he should not be walking in the mortal realm, himself. “She played a part in fighting Niroku, and she saved my husband’s life. I have to be grateful for that.”
“But…” He prompted.
“I don’t want you to think I’m passing judgment on your being here, but I can’t help but think that when you die, you should just stay dead.”
He studied the fire for a while, then said “The Tensaiga was created from my fang. The power to transcend death is in my hands. It has been for many centuries. Would you have had me watch as Izayoi and Inuyasha perished, when I had the ability to save them? And what of me? The most powerful warrior of all time. Unlimited potential for power. Would it be right to let that be sacrificed at the hands of a pitiful little Samurai like Takimaru? The last thing I remember is being pinned to the floor of a burning building, My last breaths were agony. Then I woke up in Hell. I knew then that I didn’t belong there, that I wouldn’t stay there. Think of all I can do in this world. To allow such power to perish would be a tragic waste.”
Inu toyed with the idea of telling Sango that he had brought her back from the dead, but he needed her, and he was unsure how she would react. He doubted he would be overwhelmed with gratitude. Although he knew he would have to tell her sooner or later, she had made it amply clear that she didn’t approve of bringing the dead back to life. When the time came, he would most likely use Sango’s preoccupation with Kagome to keep her under control. Inu had observed the obsessive nature of the dead who walked among the living. Though the complexity of their ideas and behaviors varied, undoubtedly determined by their original personalities and the motives and methods used by the entity who resurrected them, they all shared this obsessive trait to one degree or another. Sango’s fixation with Kagome’s well-being was sure to help in obtaining Kagome’s trust.
If he could solidify his hold on Sango’s loyalty, Kagome would be more likely to have faith in him and accept his guidance. The slayer’s presence in his pack would help insure the little priestess stayed content. Kagome had been off his radar for a short while, as his mate and oldest son had always been. According to his latest intelligence reports, however, Kagome was essentially estranged from his half-breed son, Inuyasha. For years she had followed the boy back and forth across Japan, sleeping on the forest floor and fighting by his side, with never a word of appreciation. The priestess had put up with unbelievable abuse at his son’s hands, and Inu planned on treating her much better than Inuyasha had, showering her with all the love she had been denied and making sure she had every luxury she could possibly desire. He had observed that Kagome was very loyal to those who she loved, a trait attested to by her repeated forgiveness of Inuyasha’s transgressions. It was her nature to connect love with protection, and to be attracted to powerful warriors who would also be able to keep her safe. She enjoyed sensual indulgences, like eating sweets and bathing in hot springs, much as Izayoi had. Inu knew that he could provide security and luxury better than any being that had ever existed. He was very rich and very powerful. Even if such practical considerations were taken out of the picture, he had no doubt that he could persuade Kagome to bond with him. Despite Inutaisho’s bloodline being diluted with human blood, two powerful priestesses of the same line as Midoriko had been irresistibly drawn to Inuyasha. He also reasoned that Kagome would be likely to venerate him as Sango did, for being essentially the progenitor of Inuyasha’s pack. With Sango and Kagome by his side, he would finally attain the power decreed by destiny.
By now, Inuyasha was sure to be in Fudo, waiting at the inn. Inu had told Amaya to keep his son there with the promise of lucrative work. He had instructed her to have Bankotsu eliminate Miroku, but she had assured him that she would take care of Inuyasha’s constant companion, and promised there would be no chance of his interfering.
Once upon a time, before he was a great general, Inutaisho had been a mercenary, like Inuyasha had become. He had wandered the Continent, performing little services for whatever party would pay him well. He found it amusing that it was his half-breed son who was following in his footsteps. Unknowingly and instinctively, Inuyasha had obtained the love of Kikyo and Kagome, just as Inutaisho would have done in a more calculated manner.
His legitimate son, Sesshomaru, on the other hand, had always been a closed book to him. Literally. When Sesshomaru was a very young pup, Inu had tried to use his powers to influence his son, with no success. When magic failed, Inu tried charisma, attempting to charm the young demon into becoming one of his admirers. Sesshomaru remained cold and aloof. Inu soon gave up on his son, blaming Ai’s strange blood.
When Inu was a himself a pup, his own father had told him of the power-bearing priestesses of legend. Finding such a priestess had been his quest since adolescence. He had been at a public house in some forsaken outpost, celebrating the successful termination of a minor lord, when he first heard the story of the beautiful young oracle. Inu traveled far to reach the land where the oracle was said to be imprisoned. He had found her there, held captive in her cave, and fallen in love with her youthful, human beauty and overwhelming aura of power. The fight to free her from her prison had been one of the hardest battles of his life. For a while, he was content, feeling as if he had found what he had sought for so long. He named her Ai, mated her, and took her to Japan, where he began to consolidate his power. Even her madness could not dampen the love he felt for her.
Inutaisho lay with Ai each night, making passionate love to her, always hoping she would regain her sanity. He believed it was her madness which made him unable to access her powers. He waited for her to become pregnant, thinking that having a pup might bring her to her senses. Unlike most nobles, he hoped for a female pup. He had no need of a male heir. He planned to live for a long, long time.
One tender spring day, he was patrolling his ever-expanding lands when he crossed paths with a large, angry fire-cat. In the stories told to him by his father, the power-bearing priestesses of legend often went into battle on the back of a fire cat. Inu decided that he would capture the cat, tame it, and present it to Ai. The cat was incredibly fierce, and the fight was long and bloody. He was unable to take the cat alive, as he had planned. Once the noise of their battle subsided, he discovered why the cat had been so determined. He heard a soft sound coming from the surrounding forest. When he investigated, he found a little two-tailed kitten curled up in a hollow log, mewing weakly. He bundled the kitten into his shirt, warming it against his chest, and took it home to Ai.