InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ever After ❯ Chapter 11

Chapter 11

 

Jaken was feeling a bit mellow today. The lady demoness was kind enough to present to him a few bottles of best sake from the western lands. “In exchange for your excellent service and obedience” she had said. But Jaken knew better she simply wanted his master all too herself for the night but frankly he didn't care. He had even aided the demoness in having a private moment with the lord.

 

“Anyone is better than that human brat.” He grumbled as he staggered slightly towards his room. He couldn't get the sight of his master in the arms of the loathsome monk as they reached their completion. He was so flabbergasted. How dare such low and foul human take his lord? It was totally preposterous. He had always known his master to be the strong demon, but for some reason he was getting soft recently; allowing first Rin, and then the vile monk to invade his castle. Honestly, he hated both of them from the core of his heart, their obnoxiously cheerful behaviour was grating on his nerves.

 

“Lord Sesshoumaru needs to be respected, revered, and obeyed to be treated as the lord he is. Not to possessed and… loved by mere common humans. Che! I hate that monk!” He took another swig form the bottle.

 

“On the other hand Lady Takehiko is regal enough to understand the proper need of lord Sesshoumaru, she is kind and devious. Perfect for my lord…” He smirked. “Perhaps his highness would dispose of the boy once he realises that his true mate ought to be Lady Takehiko rather than that human. It would be priceless to see the look one the boy's face when such things happen.”

 

However his musing were cut short as a door opened on his face sending him rolling on to the corridor. He jumped back up instantly, a habit he had developed staying with lord Sesshoumaru for years, and ran forward, yelling at the retreating figure. “HEY! HEY! HEY! Watch where you're going, you wretched human!” This was the tenth time Jaken had been belittled by Miroku for god's sake, and there was so much a gentle servant like he could take. However Miroku paid no attention to him as he swiftly ran out of his sight.

 

His eyes narrowed, what had the monk so agitated. He stood there for a few moments contemplating what had just happened the effect of sake waning quickly. He almost growled when he looked back to see pieces of his precious bottle lying on the ground before a single teardrop appeared in right his eye.

 

“My precious sake…!” he wailed.

 

However he didn't have much time to lament as a second door-slam sending him flying a greater distance in the corridors yet again. He was about to get up and give the person, whoever he was, a piece of his mind and probably blast ass his off with his staff for this but stopped himself when he noticed his lord following the footsteps of the monk-boy.

 

“What is going on here?” He wondered out, shaking his head firmly to ensure that this was not the effect of sake. “Why is lord Sesshoumaru running after that monk? Perhaps this time he has really screwed up and my lord is angry. His eminence is probably planning on killing him, well no wonder he was running like that. Yes my lord Sesshoumaru, dispose of the boy.” he yelled happily. Skipping merrily he made his way to the dinner hall and opened the door to investigate the reason for his lord's wrath and but stopped short his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

 

“Lady Takehiko!” He squeaked running to the bloody and groaning figure lying on the floor. “What happened?” he inquired to which the demoness just groaned but remained motionless. On close inspection it was evident that it was not Sesshoumaru who had done this and the only other who the present at the moment was the human. “Oh, dear! Oh dear! Monk-boy is really in trouble. No wonder lord Sesshoumaru was in such a hurry, he going to tear him apart.”

 

He ran out of the room yelling for the servants to come help him. Boy this castle was turning into a freak house thanks to the humans, hopefully his lord would remedy that. The toad servant prayed.

 

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Sesshoumaru ran on speeding through the zigzag path, his nostrils flaring as he tried to follow his mate's scent. His senses told him he had to hurry a deep feeling of foreboding making the hair on his neck stand. The scent of rain mingled with that of the forest and the wet ground was making it hard to track his mate's whereabouts yet he ran on, searching, wanting nothing than to hold onto his love, to protect him… make him feel safe. He had to reach Miroku… somehow… before it was too late.

 

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Tears of agony and shame ran down his cheeks, his breathing coming in heavy puffs, as he ran through the forest trying to lose himself in its darkness. He was so tired and he hurt not only physically but mentally as well yet he didn't stop. He was a monster and it was better that he distanced himself from the ones he so cared for before he managed to inflict any more damage. He wanted to die to get rid of the vile beast that had possessed him countless number of times, engaging him in acts more corrupt than anything he had ever done in his life. He wanted to tear out the veins through which the cursed blood ran rampant. He was so helpless; weak, he had given in the desire of his inhuman self-inflicting only pain.

 

He was born cursed and even after endless suffering it was still with him.

 

`How could I? How could I do such a thing?' He wondered. `I am supposed to give not take. How could I forget all that? It is a punishment, for not being true to myself…for hiding myself under the pretence of lechery.'

 

`Why? Why me?' his soul howled in distress, his heart beating rapidly against his chest.

 

His head throbbed with intense pain, a cold shiver running down is spine as the wet cloth sticking to his body but he paid no attention to. It didn't matter anymore, he knew he was dying. Yet Miroku ran on, fleeing, hiding and drowning. He was lost…..

 

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A snort and a hideous smile formed on the fat lips before a tongue lolled out to lick it, tasting the wetness of the air and the sweet smell of fresh meat nearby. Heavy footsteps hurriedly continued.

 

He was so disappointed at first, thinking that the rain would snatch the chance of a good meal from him tonight. It was his fault entirely, he was too lazy to find his dinner before the sun set and now there was no food left. He had cursed the blasted waters of the heavens for that. However he was never the one to give up hope so he chose to roam the forest, seeking one chance, one tiny opening hoping to catch a small prey to feed his growling belly but now… now there was a big catch nearby... something which would probably last him for a day or two.

 

He grinned wide, showing off the sharp fangs. “Food… nice smelling food…” he giggled in glee. Today was his day.

 

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“Danger… fear… agony… Mate… must protect mate… mortal peril.”

 

Sesshoumaru pressed on.

 

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A stray root… yes that what it was. Miroku groaned at he sat up, the fall having sent jolts of pain through his muscle. He sat up a bit, holding onto his throbbing foot. `Che!'

 

It was not only his foot but his whole body ached. He tried to get up but landed unceremoniously on the ground again. “Darn it, it must be sprained.” He looked around a bit finding himself surrounded by thick canopy of close knitted trees and shrub. “I must've run pretty deep into the forest.”

 

As walking didn't seem to be a good idea he opted to crawl to a nearby tree and leaned against it, closing his eyes and trying to calm his fleeting breath.

 

A certain rustle could be heard in the nearby shrubbery and he stiffened. He had no idea what it was; his heightened senses were somewhat dampened. His senses hadn't been completely dampened, though, so he clearly heard it when a voice reached his ears. “Good… perhaps he was dying… good.” There was more rustling before a certain rodent scurried past him.

 

He sat for some time wishing the pain away from his body and tried to stand up again, this time using the tree as a support but fell. He pouted. This was not good, now he couldn't walk. And from the looks of it he was lost too. `Couldn't it be better if I had ran into a village or something. It would have been good to have a place to stay, a bath (he didn't need his demon senses to tell that he smelled) and some warm food. No… I just had to enter into a forest this deep. I am definitely an idiot.' he giggled finding it funny.

 

`Wonder what they are doing at the castle. Heh… they are probably fussing over the bitch. She deserved it though, trying to get her dirty hands on my Sesshou.'

 

“Some lady” he made a face. “What does she have than I don't have?” he wondered out loud then snorted again. “I, of all people, shouldn't be asking that; the proud monk Miroku, King of Lechery. Wonder if my charms would have worked on the lady, she is definitely a beauty and worth a try.” He though out loud and grinned. “I should have tried to flirt with her highness… that would have probably caught Sesshou's attention. Ah shit! He probably wouldn't mind and ask us to get married…” he rambled on, pain and agony forgotten. Actually he was feeling quite happy not to mention blissfully drowsy. Was he drunk? “… wouldn't care if I died. Maybe I should die, then all trouble would go away…” He wondered.

 

Another rustling was heard at a distance and Miroku looked up blinking his eyes. Damn it… now what the hell happened to his eyes?

 

The demon, which stepped in the clearing, smirked. His poison was working well; soon he would have his dinner.

 

“Oh, Hello!” Miroku greeted amicably, still trying to make out the figure standing before him. He would have stood up and greeted properly but his darned body wouldn't move. “Who are you?”

 

A snort of amusement was heard before the figure loomed closer. “I am no one of consequence. Who are you?” came the gruff reply.

 

“Oh… I am Miroku the monk and I feel quite nice right now.” he smiled.

 

The demon grinned wider. “Ah… then you should thank me… shouldn't you?”

 

Miroku raised an inquiring eyebrow and then grinned. Damn he was probably looking like Sesshoumaru. That inuyoukai was rubbing off on him.

 

“I am the one responsible for your blissful state. You see my poisoned fumes have quite the effect, although it's quite harmless, it takes away all pain and suffering. You can only feel happiness now.”

 

“Oh, thank you, my good man… or demon, you're too kind.” Miroku squinted his eyes. “Sorry my friend but I can't thank you properly by body seem not to listen to me.”

 

“It's okay but now you should pay me in return, don't you think?” The demon closer as it clicked it's clawed fingers and grinned showing its sharp fangs. Time for dinner!

 

Miroku frowned. “But I have nothing to give you.”

 

“Oh, yes you do.” the demon crooned as it lifted the pale chin with it's finger, sniffing before placing a long lick up Miroku's cheek. “Mmm… Delicious.”

 

“Hmmm” Miroku was dozing off no longer listening or feeling. He was drowning and loving every moment of it.

 

A sickening sound echoed through the silent forest and blood splattered on the nearby tree trunk as the world went black.