InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hate Is Thicker Than Blood ❯ Misery Loves Company ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone who has reviewed and read this story. There were really two different ways to make Sesshomaru in this story. I could make him really sweet and lovey dovey, or I could make him a sadist. I wrote him as I like him, and he is the second mentioned, but he won't be the way he is in this chapter through the whole story. Both characters will probably be somewhat OCC.

 

Disclaimer: Still Not Mine

 

Words in this chapter you might need to know:
baka- idiot

Hai- yes

hanyou- half demon
iie- no

*inu- dog

miko- priestess
nani- what

ningen- human
taiyoukai-demon lord

youkai- demon

 

* “inu” alone is used as a reference to Sesshomaru's more primal side.

 

Chapter 2: Misery Loves Company

 

The stench of sex, ningen blood, and death disrupted the crisp, nearly scentless night.

 

Now curious, the powerful inu youkai followed the trail. Dispassionate eyes flickered to a ningen male that had been stabbed several times. Such overkill disgusted the youkai. It was quite obvious that the man had been dead before some of the wounds were inflicted.

 

Anger, hatred, and lust mixed with the lingering scents. Sesshomaru would usually punish any creature that would wantonly kill a ningen in his territory, but in this case, he would make an exception.

 

The stench of terror seemed even more potent than the other surrounding scents. The men had obviously raped the woman, whom he had yet to see.

 

She had done the world a favor by ridding the world of this man's filth.

 

He sneered at his blank eyes as he stepped past the body. It wasn't even worth his time. Sesshomaru would leave the body. He was sure that some starving animals would enjoy the easy meal.

 

A scent that he hadn't smelled in almost sixty years suddenly entered his nostrils causing the youkai to freeze in his tracks. He knew that scent. The beast within him nearly broke free from its bindings as the woman's scent burnt in his nose and through his blood.

 

The woman that had been raped was his mate.

 

But how was that possible? His hated mate had chosen Inuyasha over him decades ago. She had been revived six years ago, but she had carried the stench of graveyard soil and clay.

 

Yes. He hated the woman that was his mate, at first, because she was ningen, but then it was because she was the undead.

 

He had first met her when he went to the village. He had gone to kill Inuyasha and the little miko bitch had shot him through the arm with a purifying arrow. Doing so had allowed his blood beast a small amount of freedom to prevent him from being purified. It had recognized the miko as his mate and wanted to claim her that instant.

 

Sesshomaru would not follow the same path of his father.

 

He did the only thing his rational side he could think of. He retreated from the miko girl, like a coward.

 

Some would say that he had ran, but Sesshomaru liked to think of it as self-preservation.

 

She was weak and pathetic.

 

Especially, since she was a miko.

 

Inuyasha's mother, Izayoi had been a miko. And protecting her and Inuyasha led his father to a miserable demise.

 

A few weeks later, he returned to claim his mate. In body only, he would never mark a ningen.

 

None of that mattered now. If his mate had been truly returned to the world of the living, then he was the only one who would take her body. Be it by force or by consent on he would be the one to do it.

 

The only one to do it.

 

Icy gold eyes spotted with crimson turned to regard the ningen men now standing in the clearing. He watched emotionlessly as the three men came to the body of the fallen man.

 

These men had raped the woman.

 

“Did you kill him, youkai?”

 

“Iie. This pathetic wretch was dead when I arrived. He was probably killed by the woman you raped.”

 

“That little whore.”

 

“I say he's lying. No youkai tells the truth.”

 

Gold eyes locked on the shredded red cloth that was part of a miko's outfit. “Tell me,” he said, bending down to pick up the cloth. “Was it a miko that you raped?”

 

“Why the fuck should we tell you anything?”

 

With just a look from Sesshomaru, the one human was shaking. “Hai, youkai-sama, it was a miko.”

 

“How dare you do that.” He deadpanned.

 

“Nani?”

 

“The miko is my mate, baka.” He snarled at the men.

 

Before any of the men could even blink, the youkai in ningen form shifted into his true form. The ningen men screamed at the sight of the huge white, red eyed inu youkai.

 

“We didn't know!”

 

“We didn't we swear!”

 

“We would have never touched her if we had known.”

 

All three men had fallen to their knees and were sobbing and pleading to the demon that was far beyond any reason. All he could think about was what they did to his mate.

 

No matter how he felt about the miko, she was his mate. These foolish, dirty bandits had violated her.

 

They would not live to regret it.

 

He took great pleasure in their agonized screams as he torn them to pieces. He knew their screams echoed for miles, but he cared not, for who would come?

 

They could scream all they wanted, but no one could save them now.

 

When he finished, Sesshomaru shifted back into his ningen form. Naturally, he was nude. His clothing and armor had exploded off his body in the transformation to his true form.

 

All that mattered was finding his mate. It had been far too long since he had known her body, and he would not be denied now.

 

For the first time in years, Sesshomaru's inu was in full control of the one time cold and composed taiyoukai.

 

It was time to show his mate, who was in control of her life.

 

*Kikyo*

 

The air around her was frigid as she rested, nearly too weak to move in the two small pools of hot blood. From the corner of her eye, she could see the steam rising like breath from a mouth in the much colder air.

 

Did she deserve what had happened to her?

 

Yes.

 

After all she had tried to kill her and take Inuyasha to Hell with her. She had given Naraku the jewel shards, for that, she deserved to be destroyed again. She had survived Naraku's repeated attempts to destroy her. Now she would be the only person to put her back in the grave she never been asked to be resurrected from.

 

She couldn't let the rapists kill her. Had it been Inuyasha, Kagome, or anyone like that, that was going to kill her, she would have bowed her head and welcomed death, but to have her throat slashed by people who she hadn't wronged was not acceptable.

 

A self-deprecating smirk graced her bluing lips. This had to the most ridiculous thought for someone who was dying. Karma had finally caught up with her. All the bad things she had ever done came back to hit her at the same time. No one could hate her more than she hated herself for the things she had done. She didn't know why she had waited so long to do this. She could have easily killed herself, even when she had been the walking dead.

 

Of course, back then she had believed that Inuyasha would stay with her. She still wished that he would be the last thing she saw before she died.

 

She was so tired that she wondered if she would fall asleep before she died. Either way, she would never wake up.

 

Her breath caught in her throat when her miko powers started to react toward a powerful youkai coming closer to her. At first, she thought that Inuyasha had come trying to save her, but then she heard the screams of the other men that had raped her. This occurred just as the howl of a huge inu echoed for miles.

 

`Not him. Please don't let it be him.' Kikyo pleaded silently to any Gods listening. Unfortunatly for Kikyo, none were and if they were, they didn't care.

 

She now knew that it was Sesshomaru.

 

She knew he was coming. Breathing was hard to do and she was so cold, but she knew that Sesshomaru was coming for her. She could sense him and knew from the screams of the men and the loud growls coming from not too far away that he was killing them.

 

Would he kill her?

 

That prospect didn't bother her at all. She was dying any way.

 

Would he let her die? Kikyo knew about his sword and knew he was spiteful enough to save her, just to punish her for her choice of Inuyasha over him all those years ago.

 

Would he claim her? Would he taunt her? It was probably a combination of any of the previously mentioned.

 

He wasn't the last thing he wanted to see before she died. Inuyasha's hateful brother didn't deserve to be the last person to see her alive. For some reason, the Gods had decided to make them soul mates and try as she might, Kikyo could never really escape that.

 

It was obvious that Kagome was not the reincarnation of Kikyo, because both of them lived now. It really was a shame that Inuyasha had wasted his wish.

 

Kikyo stared at the stars with tears coursing down her cheeks and thought back to the first time she had met Sesshomaru.

 

*Flashback*

At seventeen, Kikyo was walking through the forest. It was before she would meet Onigumo. She had sensed the powerful youkai and went to stop any threat to the village. She had known Inuyasha for about three months and decided that he was actually a pretty nice guy with a great, but guarded heart. Most nights he slept on top of her hut's roof and others, he slept in his tree.

She stepped into the small clearing around the tree and saw the tall, powerful demon standing near it. Noticing the long white hair, she assumed that the being was a woman. She notched an arrow and watched as she walked closer to the tree and began to sniff it. She cocked her head to the side. That was odd. She had seen Inuyasha sniff things too. Maybe this was a full inu youkai. The youkai lifted a hand to the tree and stroked the bark, before growling.

“Inuyasha.” Was the being's snarl. It also told Kikyo that the creature in front of her, was certainly not female. She had never heard a man's voice like that before.

“What do you want with him?”

He whirled to face her and smirked at her fear. “I'm here to kill him.”

“You can't kill him.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Why not? He is my father's mistake and what he died for.”

Kikyo gaped at him. This amazing looking, very powerful youkai was Inuyasha's brother. “He said he doesn't have any family.”

“He doesn't. I may be his half brother, but he is certainly not my family. What do you care anyway?”

“He is my friend.”

“Hanyou have no friends.” He started to approach her.

“They do now.” She shook violently as he walked toward her.

“Miko no baka.”

“Perhaps.” She let go of the arrow.

The startled taiyoukai stared at the arrow impaling his left shoulder. Blood seeped from the wound and stained his white silk top. Gold eyes bled red as they snapped back up to the miko. He moved toward her, but was stopped when he felt the fire of purification shoot through his blood. An agonized growl tore from his lips. “Next time we meet. I will kill you.” He turned into a ball of light and vanished.

*End Flashback*

Sesshomaru hadn't killed her though. The only thing he ever did to her was take her body. He knew she was his mate, but he didn't want to take a ningen mate, and Kikyo didn't want to be the wife of someone with youkai blood. He said he needed to claim her body to keep his more primal side in check. Kikyo knew he was right, so she gave in to him. She knew that he hadn't come near her in the past six years because the scent of graveyard soil, bones, and clay had repulsed both him and his darker, more primal part.

 

A sudden sound of clanging metal startled Kikyo from her thoughts. Her head turned to the left and her eyes locked with a strong, striped hairless ankle. She watched in morbid fascination as a drop of blood, no doubt from one of her rapists trailed down the pale skin like a tear.

 

A frown marred his face for an instant as he regarded the dagger she had used to slit her wrists. He was her mate, only he would decide if she lived or died. That much he would explain to her later.

 

“What are you thinking of Kikyo?” The voice was perfect indifference and somewhat bored bitterness as he knelt next to her.

“You.” She replied in a weak voice.

His clawed hand reached out and grabbed her chin. His eyes were far colder than she had ever seen them as he regarded her. “Why do you think of me? You made your choice more than half a century ago. Why dwell upon it now that you lay here bleeding to death?”

 

“I sensed a person with an inu aura and hoped that you were Inuyasha.” More tears leaked from her closed eyes at the confession. She tried not to smile when she heard him growl.

 

“But when I found out that it was you, I thought about the first time we met.”

 

A sneer graced Sesshomaru's bloody face, contorting it, until he looked like a being from Hell. Blood dripped from his hair and onto Kikyo's body, his sneer turned into a smile when he realized why she was in this state. Everything seemed to slam together in an instant.

 

Inuyasha had wished for her to be alive again, but he had chosen the other miko over her. This baka miko before him had chosen the hanyou over him, but he, in turn, had chosen another over her. This obviously shattered her and she ran. The bandits had found her, raped her, and she had killed one of them, before trying to kill herself.

 

She hated him.

 

That was fine, because he hated her too. He knew that she knew what he was going to do. He released her chin and grabbed one of her wrists gently in his hand. He raised it to his mouth and lapped at the torn flesh, healing the bloody, gaping slash.

 

The taste and power of her blood made his groin tighten and his head jerk back for an instant. He had to fight the urge not to sink his fangs into her flesh and drink every ounce of blood from her body. But he stopped himself. He didn't want to kill her.

 

They sat in silence as he switched to her other wrist, sealing the bleeding slash. Tears continuously poured down Kikyo's cheeks. She knew what he was doing and she was far too weak to even try to purify something as strong as he was.

 

Over the past six years, she had seen how cruel, ruthless, and vicious he could be. She had also seen how truly insane he could be. One moment he was fine, the next moment, he was slaughtering someone. Inuyasha wasn't like that.

 

Sesshomaru's mother must have been insane.

 

“Please don't. Just let me die.”

 

“Now.” He brushed her bangs from her green eyes. “What kind of mate would I be if I allowed my mate to die?” He jerked her to her feet as he rose in a fluid motion.

 

His clawed hand held her by the remnants of her top as his other hand hung at his side. His left arm had grown back nearly two years ago.

 

“Your arm grew back,” she said.

 

“Of course. I am after all a youkai. We do regenerate. It took four shameful years for the arm that fucking hanyou had cut off to grow back.” Sesshomaru growled.

 

Kikyo watched the red slowly bleed into his gold eyes. She could smell the acidic stench of the poison in his claws welling as it dripped from the tips. She didn't even flinch when her clothing began to melt. Her eyes clenched shut in pain as the poison dripped onto her flesh.

 

They could both feel her spiritual powers welling within her, trying to purify him and defend her.

 

All he did was laugh in her face.

 

Her eyes opened to stare into the red, wild eyes of her mate. His mouth was open in a snarl with his fangs dripping saliva. Never before had she seen the stoic taiyoukai look so totally insane. A constant dark growl rumbled through his muscular chest.

 

She fell to the ground hard when the poison melted through her clothing. She looked up at him and watched as he cracked his neon green whip inches from her. She could hear the ground sizzling from where it struck.

 

“Kill me. Please kill me, Sesshomaru.” She couldn't even look at him. She knew that he had every right to hate her and she wished her would simply kill her.

 

He pulled back in his whip and pulled the Tokijin from its spot on the ground. He moved her hair to the side with the blade and rubbed it back and forth on her neck. He was careful not to cut her with the blade that cried out for blood. “Is this what you want, miko whore?”

 

“Yes,” she pleaded.

 

“You know it is only right that I do this. I am your mate. I decide if you will live or die. You dared to choose a creature such as Inuyasha over this Sesshomaru. And he betrayed you.” Sesshomaru smiled as he ran the sword along her flesh.

 

`Why don't you kill me already?' Kikyo thought to herself. She wanted to scream this at him, but didn't even look up. She trembled when the youkai's blade sliced a fine line into her pale cheek.

 

Nearly insane crimson eyes watched as red ningen blood trickled down the blade.

 

She listened to his dark chuckle and despite her weakness, she became furious. She was defeated, freezing, heartbroken, raped, violated, and simply wanted to die. But Sesshomaru had saved her. Why? It's not like he loved her or anything like that. She knew he was just toying with her. “Quit fucking with me and kill me!”

 

“You want me to quit fucking with you?” He asked in a monotone voice.

 

“Hai.”

 

He drove the sword into the ground next to Kikyo. A clawed hand reached down and twisted in long, inky hair. He ripped the woman to her feet, but she was so weak that he had to wrap his other arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing.

 

Kikyo's vision was blurring at the edges, and slowly turning black. The last thing she could register was the tearing, burning pain at the place where her neck and shoulder met. She heard an ear splitting scream, but had no idea where it came from.

 

Then everything went dark and silent.

 

The taiyoukai pulled his mouth from his mate's flesh when he felt her slump in his arms. Blood dripped from his lips and fangs, looking like liquid rubies. She belonged to him now.

 

Forever.

 

“I don't want you to die, mate.” His lips brushed her ear. “I want you to suffer.”

 

With that said, he gathered his swords with Kikyo slung over his shoulder. He froze just before he flew away on his cloud. Eyes like glowing coals regarded the frightened kitsune teenager, watching from the clearing.

 

He knew the brat was Inuyasha's adopted pup.

 

Feeling unusually taunting and cruel, he walked over to the kitsune, who didn't run from the taiyoukai. With a mocking smirk, much like Inuyasha's, he tore a piece of fabric from Kikyo's clothing. “Here.” He handed it to the boy.

 

Shippo's hand shook as he reached out to take the fabric.

 

“Take this to your `father'.” Sesshomaru sneered as he said the word.

 

“And if I don't?” Shippo was defiant.

 

“I will kill you. After I kill your `mother'.” Sesshomaru spoke and began to walk away. “Inuyasha will understand.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“Because not even Inuyasha is that stupid.” With that said, him and Kikyo were gone.

 

A/N: How was it? Was it too much?