InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Halves ❯ A Descent ( Chapter 21 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I do not make money from writing this story.
 
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A/N: Thank you for all your support so far and I'm proud to mention that this story has won 3rdplace as Best Otherworld at Destined Awards on July 2010 ^.^
 
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She didn't even have to sneak into the kitchen now; she was perfectly welcome there, like any important person of the family, even though she didn't belong yet. Abi-Hime asked herself a few times if this was the punishment she wanted to give Kagome - maybe it was too light, too simple? - but then she remembered she was in a palace where she couldn't use her powers, and that was a pretty big handicap
From the start.
 
She was also aware that this was the woman who had killed her, so she wanted to kill her first. Then she would kill Inuyasha (and enjoy it, too) and then she'd think about her next victims. The palace was full, so why bother with such thoughts so prematurely?
 
When she demanded that a servant left the kitchen, the poor girl did, leaving Abi-Hime alone with Kagome's breakfast. She could get creative all she wanted.
 
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“Are you sure you're okay?” Inuyasha asked for the umpteenth time that morning. If she told him once more that she was `fine' he'd snap.
 
“I'm constantly vomiting, my breath smells awful, I can't stop peeing, and you're asking me if I'm okay?” Kagome sniffled loudly before wiping her nose gracefully, but the whole picture of elegance was shattered the moment she threw up some more.
 
Inuyasha looked at her with extreme sympathy in is eyes. How could she be mad at him when he looked at her like that?
 
“What can I do?” he asked pathetically, hating this feeling of hopelessness. Truthfully, he was scared. He'd die if he lost her.
 
“I don't know, but tell the kitchen I won't be having my breakfast. Tell them to give it to Abi-Hime instead. I think she'd appreciate the type of food they bring me, which is special with me being a princess of the Imperial Family and all.”
 
Then she threw up again. Kaede had said it had to have something to do with her kidneys, her mother had suggested indigestion (which did not explain the need to constantly pee) and Zhang Suikotsu was away, so they couldn't really be sure what the problem was.
 
Whatever it was, the twins were seemingly affected by it, because they wouldn't stop crying. Inuyasha was a bit irked that he had to rock them when the foremost thing he wanted to do was to hold his woman and make her feel better. Pursing his lips, he got up to deliver the message to the kitchen.
 
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Abi-Hime plotted her next crime and a possible escape if they ever thought of her as a suspect. She knew they weren't stupid, but there was a chance that nobody suspected her, and thus she could stay here and kill them one by one. Well, it did sound too good to be true, but what did she have to lose?
 
And she had Kouga, too.
 
But when she received the same tray with the food she'd sabotaged just a few minutes earlier, her vision blurred.
 
The joke was on her.
 
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Kagura was not the type of person to give up. When she wanted something she tried to get it, and she wouldn't have insisted in convincing Sesshomaru had Naraku not returned. She could feel him in her bones, his presence in her mind, whispering evil things, muttering dark promises and shady threats.
 
She hated being tied to this bastard; hated it with a passion.
 
So she sought Sesshomaru once again, trying a different approach. Maybe this would strike a chord inside him. The only problem was the child - Rin. She seemed to hold a great deal of influence over him, even if on a first glance it did not appear so. Still, Kagura had a sharp eye - she was the wind for a reason - and noticed the way his eyes softened when he looked at the puny woman and how he listened to what she had to say.
 
She'd heard Sesshomaru was a hot-headed, sexy dog demon that hated humans.
 
So…
 
Hot-headed?
 
Check.
 
Sexy?
 
Check.
 
Hated humans?
 
Well, she was not so sure about that.
 
When she eventually found him, Kagura didn't beg or reason with him through persuasive methods. She simply talked.
 
“What do you want?” Sesshomaru asked harshly, his tone betraying his annoyance that she'd returned. Could she not take a hint?
 
“The palace is an interesting field,” she commented, noticing how his features twitched microscopically, showing his sudden interest. His human had stopped beside him, as well, so she knew she had their undivided attention. Well, here went nothing.
 
“Kouga has found himself a wife.”
 
Sesshomaru did not react, but Kagura knew he meant for her to elaborate.
 
“Do you remember the one who attaked the palace just about when you were around?”
 
The dog demon indicated he did by means of sheer silence.
 
“Her name is Abi-Hime, and she is undead. She has helped Naraku before death, and now he is alive, as well. Abi-Hime is to be Kouga's wife.”
 
So that meant Naraku could come inside the family, Sesshomaru deduced, which was exactly how Kagura wanted him to think, since she'd planted that seed of doubt in his mind. In reality, things weren't exactly like that, but he wouldn't know and she'd gain from that ignorance.
 
Abi-Hime hated Naraku, but if it motivated Sesshomaru to kill him (and even Abi-Hime; Kagura didn't care) then she'd say whatever.
 
“So you are saying that it is possible that Naraku will infiltrate into my family without them suspecting anything.”
 
It was not a question, so it was easier for Kagura not to feel guilty for misleading him.
 
“Are you sure you're telling me the truth?” he checked. He squinted, but she didn't even cringe. He deduced she was.
 
“Very well. I'll take care of him,” he declared.
 
Instead of replying, `Whatever you like,' Kagura smirked discreetly and flew off.
 
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Of course, Inuyasha and Kagome married before Kouga, their wedding showing every inch of perfection and flawless ancestral traditions as they swore never to leave the other and to always hold each other in their hearts.
 
Kagome was the epitome of long-established beauty, but she had that sparkle of exclusivity that set her apart from the others. She was beautiful, unconventionally so, and Inuyasha felt the luckiest man on earth to have her. Even if they weren't supposed to, memories of his wedding to Kikyou popped to mind, and while he treasured them immensely, he couldn't help but think how different this feeling was.
 
Kagome…
 
He'd fought so hard for this woman; he loved her so much more than anyone ever before. His heart could break from all the love he stored inside, but he knew he'd never allow it such a feat as long as he had Kagome close. He never wanted to leave her or to have her leave him.
 
Inuyasha couldn't imagine life without Kagome and he knew for a fact Kagome couldn't breathe without him.
 
It took all his will to keep from crying - it would not be appropriate behavior for a prince - so he simply settled for holding her hand discreetly, enjoying the small, but necessary contact.
 
He needed her like he needed his children. He needed them like he needed his own blood. He'd always cherish them.
 
Their babies stood close by, with surprising smiles on their tiny faces. It couldn't make the couple happier.
 
And what was even better was that after the celebration and all the fuss he would get Kagome all to himself.
 
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Naraku smirked. So now he knew where Kagura's allegiance lay.
 
Oh, it didn't matter. He'd make her betray herself, her own will, because she'd simply have no choice. She was connected to him, whether she liked it or not, so she would not be able to resist his pull when he called her to him.
 
He also understood from this whole circus that she liked the ever stoic Sesshomaru. Well, she'd learn.
 
If he could take what hurt her most, what would that be?
 
He had quite a long time to figure the answer to the question, so he didn't fret about it.
 
His other problem was Inuyasha, whom he had to kill. He needed to set the record straight and show the half breed that he was not one to be trifled with. Twice he'd escaped the clutches of death; so far he was the sole creature he knew to have ever done this and this made him invincible. A force to be reckoned.
 
Unfortunately, he didn't know how to feel about Abi-Hime. The knowledge that she was undead brought to the surface too many unexpected issues.
 
Was she a friend or a foe? An ally or the enemy?
 
He'd heard about her engagement to Kouga, but he wasn't sure she was legitimate in her `genuine desire' to marry him. He knew how conniving she could be, and after her `revival' he could only guess how much hatred she had stored inside her clay body, as it was rare that undead creatures held any positive feelings, such as love, so he didn't know what to expect.
 
Personally, he thought she'd be on his side if he ever tried to mess with the Imperial Family.
 
So he set out to meet her secretly, making sure no one noticed his presence. Surely Abi-Hime would be interested in his proposal.
 
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Abi-Hime was at the end of her wits. She could not believe her second attempt had failed. Kagome had more lives than a black cat, and it was seriously annoying the undead princess. She would have to get more obvious now, since food poisoning and a poisoned arrow had failed.
 
Kagome had walked right out of range in the last possible second by pure chance, so Abi-Hime had shot the damned weapon at a tree instead.
 
How pitiful.
 
But when she felt that presence and she remembered those memories, she shivered. Instantly assuming fighting position, she waited for the abomination to show his face.
 
“Ah, my dear? How are you? Alive, I see,” he taunted, flaunting the fact that he was authentically alive and she was merely undead in a body that was not her own and was not even made of flesh and bones, like a normal one. Instead, it was made of clay and it had no pleasant smell, and it was also hard to handle. It was true; Naraku's body was not exactly his own, either, since he'd used his time of imprisonment in death's clutches intelligently. He'd gathered as many demons as possible and had absorbed them into his body, enhancing his power.
 
He swore he was sometimes too good and deft for this universe.
 
“So what brings you here?” she spat out, imagining herself plunging a blade through his heart. A katana would do.
 
“I came to see what you think of me now,” he answered simply, as if thinking nothing of her hostility.
 
“Oh, I simply hate you with all my heart and wish you rot in Hell, but there is no such luck, is there?” she spat out venomously.
 
“So my assumptions were wrong this time,” he chuckled in amusement. Not once did he think of her as a threat. When she raised the trident, he was quick to react.
 
“Don't even think about that, sweetheart. It is still connected to me. After all, it was my gift to repay you for your beauty,” he said cunningly.
 
To show he wasn't joking, the trident morphed into a rocky hand that grasped her arm tightly at his will, almost at the point of hurting her - well, it would have, if she had been alive.
 
“Ah,” she interjected, realizing that her weapon was, in fact, an enemy. When she wanted to throw it to the ground in disgust, she found she couldn't.
 
“It's yours,” Naraku said. Take it.”
 
Did she have a choice?
 
For a while neither said anything, but Naraku felt he had to break the silence.
 
“As I was saying, I have a preposition. One that would end with Inuyasha's death.”
 
“Inuyasha?” Abi-Hime asked, not at all interested. She had a grudge against Kagome now, Inuyasha came second. Actually, third, since she hated Naraku more.
 
“I'm not interested,” she confessed, making him frown. “I'm more involved in trying to kill his wife, Kagome-Hime.”
 
Kagome-Hime? Inuyasha's wife?
 
Naraku frowned, recalling that Kagome was dead. What had changed?
 
“Kagome is alive?” he asked in a clipped tone.
 
“Unfortunately, yes. She does not seem to want to die no matter what I try,” the princess complained.
 
Naraku didn't even want to know how Kagome had managed to stay alive and where she had hidden, because a brilliant idea struck him.
 
The wicked smirk on his lips intrigued the woman before him greatly.
 
“I have got a hellish idea.”
 
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The night melted away in his embrace; Kagome felt safer than ever. Feeling him with her, inside her, against her, it made tears pool at the corners of her eyes and touch her overwhelmed soul.
 
She felt as if she should enjoy these sweet moments, as if she should hold onto them for as long as she could. The feeling didn't scare her; it simply overpowered her senses and weakened her spirit.
 
She was floating.
 
Beside her, the new husband thought about the treasure he'd been graced with. He'd made one too many hearts suffer, but he'd repented for that and now he was forgiven. By the Kami, by his wife. He'd spend the rest of his life trying to atone.
 
He stroked her over sensitized skin, relishing her pleasure-filled shiver. With the scent of her arousal and their sex clouding the room, how could he think straight? He wanted nothing more than to show her another piece of their heaven, but he was too comfortable there, with her tucked carefully in his arms, safe from the world. Safe from harm.
 
He'd never, ever hurt her.
 
His mind didn't exactly pay attention to the circumstances when he heard a calm, soothing voice demand, `Listen to me…'
 
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“So what is it that you have in mind?” Abi-Hime asked, unable to hide the fact that she was curious. She was aware that she couldn't kill Naraku here, in the palace, not with everyone breathing down her neck. She'd try some other time. Or better yet; she'd have him help her kill everyone, and only afterwards she'd kill him.
 
“We'll bring down two birds with one stone,” he said with a smirk, the cogs already moving diligently inside his brain.
 
“I'm interested” was her way of saying `keep going'.
 
“I have the ability to penetrate a person's mind,” he disclosed. “I've sharpened it while I was dead.” He gave her a dark look that clearly spoke of the horrors he'd been through. “And I'm not sure it works on powerful people like Inuyasha and Kagome, but I will try.”
 
Abi-Hime's impatience was growing and he noticed it.
 
“So I could talk to Kagome a bit, without her knowing it is me. Actually, without her realizing it is not her conscience that is speaking. I could persuade her to kill Inuyasha.” He was certain he could. He had that kind of power.
 
The princess was pleasantly impressed, so much that she grinned heartily.
 
“No,” she said, her ecstatic voice betraying the venom she felt inside. “Talk to Inuyasha. Persuade him to kill Kagome.”
 
Naraku cocked a quizzical eyebrow.
 
“Why?”
 
“Inuyasha was the one who always hurt Kagome. He already feels guilty. If you have Kagome kill him then she'll only feel guilt, but if he kills her, then imagine the pain… the blame. The guilty conscience.”
 
Abi-Hime smirked characteristically.
 
“Imagine the Hell.”
 
Another smirk.
 
“So when can you start?”
 
Naraku liked her enthusiasm already, so he prepared himself for the challenging connection he had to perform.
 
“Right now.”