InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal Night ❯ Help Me Please? ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

“Sesshomaru...”
 
He turned to face Princess Akara from the village at the foot of the mountain.
 
“Akara…What are you doing here?” he asked, turning his back to her once again. She shuffled to him and stood in front of him, her violet eyes shining in the moonlight.
 
“Sesshomaru…The village was attacked…Please help them.” She requested, tears welling up in her eyes. He looked at her, his gaze colder than ice.
 
“As I have said before, I do not help humans…”
 
“Sesshomaru that's not true! You helped me! Without you I would be dead right now!” she exclaimed, tears splattering her face and the ground. Sesshomaru clenched his teeth and growled softly.
 
“Please Sesshomaru! You're the only hope my village has!” she pleaded, tugging on Sesshomaru's sleeve. He pulled his sleeve form the young princess' grasp and she fell to her knees, her face hidden by her jet black hair.
 
The girl's body shook as she sobbed for the demon's help. “Sesshomaru, this will be the last you will ever have to do anything for me…Just please help them…Innocent lives are being ended for no reason.” She sobbed still, grabbing hold to his pant leg and clutching it close to her.
 
Sesshomaru stood there, the wind whipping wildly around him. Akara's sobbing had subsided to a faint sniffle every now and then. The smell of blood and the sounds of destruction were carried through the tangled wood to Sesshomaru.
 
Sesshomaru lifted the girl to her feet and looked at her tear-streaked face. “Why?”
 
“Huh?”
 
“Why do you care for them so much?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
 
“I care for them because they are my people. My whole family was slaughtered while I was still very young. They are the only family I know.” She responded, searching the dog demon's face for any change in emotion.
 
“They are the only family you have?”
 
She nodded. “And without anyone to help, they will all die.”
 
Sesshomaru looked at her, clutched the hilt of Tokijin and strode out of the forest, ready to fight.
Akara, who was further behind Sesshomaru, made her way out of the tangled wood. The sight out the twisted, broken bodies that carpeted the ground made Akara sick to her stomach. Men, from the mightiest of warriors to the smallest of boys, cried out for their mothers.
 
She stumbled between and over bodies to get to Sesshomaru. Upon reaching him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. “Sesshomaru…Why did it end like this?” she asked, knowing that he did not know the answer.
 
All of them…Dead…I have no one to blame but myself. She thought as her grip on Sesshomaru tightened slightly. Sesshomaru lifted her chin, so that she was looking up at him.
 
“Listen to me and listen well. This is not your fault. You couldn't save them all… What is most important to me is that nothing happened to you.” He said, as though reading her thoughts.
 
“Sesshomaru…You do care for me…” she said slowly, still looking into his amber eyes.
 
Sesshomaru did not answer though. She buried her face back in his chest and stood there, her arms around him once more. He roughly pushed the girl away from him.
 
“I couldn't stomach to see you grovel like that.” He said coldly before turning and walking away.
 
Akara, dumbfounded, watched Sesshomaru's retreating back.
 
“Sesshomaru…I thought that you cared for me!” she yelled, fresh tears welling up in her eyes.
 
Sesshomaru froze in his tracks. He turned around and glared. He then walked over to her, looking down at her. She looked up into his cold eyes, her fear growing with every step he took.
 
“I have told you before,” he growled softly, “I do not care for humans. They are weak, foolish, and inferior.” Akara, feeling a wave of hatred wash over her, turned her back to Sesshomaru and walked through the burning remains of her village and to the forest.
 
Sesshomaru stood watching for a while and then sheathed Tokijin and walked back to where he had left Rin, Ah and Un, and of course, Jaken.
 
 
I cannot believe how he's behaving!!!!! Akara though angrily as she stormed through the forest, branches and thorns ripping her kimono and tearing at her legs and feet. Howling and cries of demons filled the forest, making Akara uneasy. Branches snapped and crunched behind her and her heart began to race. Quickening her pace and using the light of the moon as a guide, Akara ran through the forest to a clearing where the moon shone brightly and the night breeze blown through the grass softly. She stood in the midst of the clearing, bathed in the silver moonlight.
 
“Akara…Princess of the slaughtered village at the foot of the mountain…” a voice echoed around the clearing, the wind picking up speed with every word said.
 
“Who is there?” she asked, looking around and finding no one there but herself.
 
A large gust of wind blew, making the blades of grass twist around. A woman and a girl on a large feather came into Akara's view.
 
“Is this the one, Kan'na? “ the woman asked the girl, looking down at Akara.
 
The girl called Kan'na nodded and said so softly that Akara had to strain to hear, “She is the one that Naraku wants.”
 
Who is Naraku? Akara thought fearfully, sensing the demonic aura radiating from the woman.
 
I should be trying to get away from these two...They're demons! I should…but I cannot move!
 
“Well…Let's hurry this up…” The woman said, an evil smile on her face.
 
“Wait Kagura…She is not alone…” Kan'na said, looking toward the forest, her empty eyes shining in the moonlight.
 
The woman called Kagura and Akara both looked and could see nothing but heard the trees being torn from the ground and thrown as if they were a child's plaything. After several minutes of the crashing of the trees, a pair of red eyes peered out of the woods.
 
Akara let out a piercing scream and turned to run, only to trip over her own feet and fall flat on her face.
 
“I don't have the time or patience for this! Dance of Blades!”
 
With a sharp wave of her fan, blades flung from her fan, slicing the trees of the forest to reveal a huge hound-like demon. The huge demon was struck with the blades of wind and howled in pain.