InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Night ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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

There was something dirty and thrilling about standing by and watching Kikyo putting Kagome down, insulting, and degrading her. Knowing that Kagome knew he was sticking his dick in Kikyo. He was not an idiot. He knew perfectly well that Kikyo, with her fake breasts and her desperate red lips and grasping red nails, was not in the same league as Kagome. Doing something so dangerous and destructive to his destiny had felt so very satisfying.

There was something whispering in a dark corner of his mind, the realization that by fucking Kikyo, he was saying ‘fuck you’ to his powerful father, his manipulative mother, and their plans for his life. It felt dangerous, rebellious, and dirty. It was exciting as hell.

He had never been denied anything. The world was his, served up to him by mommy and daddy on the proverbial silver platter. Always knowing, however, that he would never, as a hanyou, be as powerful as his father or half-brother.

That is why, out of all the gifts showered upon him by the Inu Taisho and Izayoi, the greatest was Kagome. The pearl of great price.

Like a dog who came home grinning, reeking with the stench of some dead carcass he had rolled in with abandon, he felt free for the first time in his life.

Yet knowing that now his hated half-brother possessed what he had thrown away made him shake with impotent rage.

Yes, hated. He hated Sesshomaru with a passion. Though Sesshomaru lived like a serf on his father’s own land, he maintained the bearing of a prince, and had earned the respect and even affection of the people of the valley. Something neither InuYasha nor his father had been granted.

He had recklessly thrown away the one thing that would have leveled the playing field.

How was he going to fix his fuck up?

Did he even want to? He thought about living out his life as a hanyou. Would it really be so bad? He thought of having Kikyo’s wicked nails digging into his back, her legs wrapped around his hips as he fucked her long and hard. Unfortunately, the thought led to him picturing Kagome, riding Sesshomaru like a wild stallion.

Kagome was HIS, damn it. InyYasha’s hands were clenched into tight fists, his lengthening claws digging into his own flesh. She had been intended for him since the day she was born.

But she had been given to him by his father and mother, like everything else in his fucking life.

There was no way in fucking hell he would go slinking back to Kagome, begging her to take him back. A feral grin spread across his face. No, he was not going to beg anyone for anything. He was going to take Kagome back from his brother. It was going to be like one of the fairy tales he had read to Kagome when she was just a little child, about a prince who fought a dragon, to win back the captive princess.

What had up until now been just another vocabulary word he had to learn for his third-period English class suddenly took on great meaning. Epiphany. When all the pieces of the puzzle magically fell together. He was going to kill his brother. It was meant to be.

The Taisho mansion was a sprawling structure which had undergone frequent additions and renovations as the years of the twentieth century rolled into the twenty-first. Unlike most mansions, the Taisho's home had no alarms or keypads or security cameras to protect its inhabitants or the valuables housed within its walls. With two inu-youki and one inu-hanyou guarding the place, there was simply no need for electronic safeguards.

InuYasha meditated, something he had been taught since childhood to calm his demon blood when it threatened to override his self-control. He centered himself, and took a deep, calming breath, filling his lungs from the bottom to the top. He slowly exhaled, imagining the stress leaving his body with the air that exited his lungs. Having gained some degree of control, he concentrated on sniffing out the location of everyone on the estate. Father was in the game room presiding over his weekly poker gathering. The butler was there as well, mixing Rob Roys and perfect martinis, pouring tumblers of Jack Daniels neat, and fetching Cuban cigars for the Taisho and his cronies. Jaken and Izayoi were not on the premises. Izayoi did not drive, so Jaken had probably taken her somewhere in the Bentley. The cook was in the pantry, sleeping.

If you did not know InuYasha well, you could not be blamed for thinking the brash, volatile hanyou incapable of stealth or subtlety. This was simply not the case. Inu Taisho and Sesshomaru were full demons, who could be likened to the Native American idea of a totem, an animal spirit which could assume humanoid or animal form. In the weird genetic world of hybridization, the hanyou did not have an animal form. The animal characteristics inherited from the Taisho were forced to co-exist with the human characteristics he had inherited from his mother. That is why InuYasha had the ears of a dog, and more prominent fangs and claws than his father or half-brother.

So, silently, he slunk down the dark hallways, making his way to the oldest part of the mansion. The heart of the mansion had once, long ago, been the home of a wealthy Spanish family. The old vineyard they had established still remained, a major component of the ranch’s agricultural operation.

The cellars remained cool year-round, without benefit of air conditioning. The stone walls were damp. Stairways zigzagged downward, leading to underground vaults that once held massive wine cellars. The lighting in this part of the mansion was primitive. Thick white wires strung along the ceiling carried power to the occasional, naked light bulb. Master Jaken, the old family retainer, was the only one who spent any time down there. He claimed he was taking care of InuTaisho's treasures, but InuYasha suspected the toad-like youki simply enjoyed spending time in the dank, dark surroundings.

The subterranean vaults held many great treasures. Jewels and mirrors and all manner of magical things. The most important of these items were the three great swords once wielded by the Inu Taisho. S'ounga, Tetsusaiga, and Tensaiga.

The heavy oak doors creaked on their iron hinges as he dragged them open. ‘Pops should use the mansion as the set for one of his crappy movies.’ InuYasha thought, idly, as he approached the raised dais that held the three swords. S’ounga, though heavily warded, vibrated with menace. Possessed by the spirit of a powerful demon, all Hell would literally break loose if it fell into the wrong hands. Tensaiga, the pussy sword of heaven, appropriately enough, belonged to Sesshy-poo. InuYasha reached out and caressed the hilt of Tetsusaiga, his own legacy from the Inu Taisho. Forged from the Taisho’s great fang, it was reputed to have the power to destroy a hundred demons in one killing stroke.

InuYasha only needed to kill one.

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