InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Living With Hell ❯ Bitch ( Chapter 1 )

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

In a bed of insignificant little flowers, a creature dressed in uniform of high standing lounged. He sat elegantly, shadows from clouds raining down on him and covering the hot sun of late summer. From the distance, he could hear someone running, the pace not rushed but at leisure.

Over his shoulder was soft fur, practically twitching in unconscious excitement. Sesshoumaru was not excited, however. He was bored, and especially bored of whomever that fool was. If that demon wanted a fight, he would merely end its' life. If he didn't, fine, let him pass—he was not a bully. Besides, it would be a waste of time.

However… when he inhaled, a scent of familiar taste ran through him and he tensed. How was that possible? It did not make sense.

Why did he smell as a relative would? Who was that creature?

Sesshoumaru stood, looking towards the direction this demon was coming in with his calm façade in place. There was no doubt about it, that was the smell of someone like Inuyasha coming closer, only it was far too fast to be Inuyasha and it definitely did not reek of hanyou.

“What are you and why have you come?” Sesshoumaru knew that his voice would be heard, already positive that the demon had superior hearing, like his own.

He heard the steps, very close now, stop. A loud intake of breath before Sesshoumaru saw a blink of darkness. His eyes stared into blue, the brightest and most vibrant shade, similar, no, exactly alike the blue of his crescent marking.

What made him want to take the demon by the throat was that on the muscle of his tight and bare stomach was an enormous blue crescent moon. It was like the cold aqua of a waterfall splashed him right in the face as the males eyes' opened, ocean-blue pupils shimmering and glowing.

Those eyes were teasing him like a child, taunting and fucking trying to play with his mind. He felt the same massive tug of annoyance he experienced with Inuyasha; “I do not repeat myself.”

The demon frowned, raising a hand and noticing that Sesshoumaru tensed when he did that. Then he simply raised both his hands to rearrange his hair, annoyed how the sweat on his neck had matted it to him while he was he running. He watched as Sesshoumaru noticed, finally, the strands on his head. They were silver, shining in the faint light the sun shone, and they resembled the elegant coat of a stray dog; curving and long, to the top of the small of his back to be exact, but scraggly.

Sesshoumaru shot a hand towards him, and in a semi-instant, the speed of light, he appeared far away, behind Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru blinked, mind racing a mile a minute trying to figure out how that demon had dodged it. He then straightened, a slight smirk coming through.

If he could dodge, he could fight.

“Do you really want to waste energy like that, Sesshoumaru? Give me a second and I'll answer your question. After all, you're civilized—stop acting like you're out of control.”

The demon sat down in the grass, staring up into familiar golden eyes. “I am your eldest brother.” He blocked a blow and captured Sesshoumaru's venomous hand, holding it tight enough to make the poison die down. Sesshoumaru tried to yank it back but couldn't, feeling his shoulder begin to dislocate itself from the pressure.

He then tried to move his arm and found he couldn't, and then he tried to move his legs, and nothing budged. The only that could move was his mouth, and move it did.

“I will end your pathetic life when I am released from this!” Another attempt, “Pathetic demon—“

“If you can not tell brother, I am the one in control here!” The demon began to twist his wrist, feeling the other suck in a breath and withhold from letting out a sound. “My name is nonexistent, because I was abandoned by that worthless father of ours!”

The demon leaned forward, glaring into Sesshoumaru's eyes, tempted to beat the shit out of him. “I'm the result of an affair, Sesshoumaru!” Sesshoumaru had a moment of shock before the expected response came, “You're birth is not the result of anything except mating between two mongrels! Release me! Your death needs to be tended to!”

He twisted and it snapped. Sesshoumaru looked down to his wrist, eyes beginning to bleed red. “You will be a dog that can't move if you transform.” The demon inhaled, calming his nerves. “This is the first meeting we've had. Shouldn't we get something out of it?”

Throwing Sesshoumaru to the ground, the demon held him still with his powers.

“Once I've recovered, the second will the last, mongrel.” Sesshoumaru growled, his face flat against the dirt. “You have my permission to tell your excuse.”

The leaned against a tree and crossed his arms, looking at the very defeated and should-be humiliated `lord' on that ground. “I was born two years before you. I only know that because my mother told me the morning before she was killed. And I wonder who killed her, I mean really.” The demon glared at Sesshoumaru, tightening his hold on the bare skin of his chest. “Would you perhaps remember a certain night by the lake— maybe when you were practicing those damned poisonous claws of yours?!”

Sesshoumaru drew in a breath, mind racing back farther and farther. Ultimately, he drew a blank. “You are claiming that I killed your mother?”

“You did kill her Sesshoumaru; I saw the glee in your eyes as poison tore through her veins, and then that smile. You smiled when she dropped, you bastard. Her body… wasn't even fully dead when you left!!” An urge to kill him, now that the murderer was finally before him, came. He struggled with his barely contained anger. “I had the opportunity to see her begin to rot from the inside out!” A growl and a tear on his lip, and the demon began to rake his claws against the groaning tree.

“You are immature and delusional.”

“I am older than you! I am the eldest! And do you know who that sword belonged to, that third sword you threw into Hell?! It was mine!” Finally, it snapped. He tore towards Sesshoumaru, picking him up by the throat, claws threatening to puncture through the bruising skin. “And because I'm not an `official' child, I have no sword of my fathers on my hip!”

A punch to the face, and then the demon picked Sesshoumaru's stiff body up by a sensitive and bruised wrist. “The only one that knows of my existence is my mothers' rotted corpse!”

He threw Sesshoumaru up into the air, and the paralyzed and might-as-well-be-lifeless body came falling back down. Sesshoumaru almost felt panic as he fell ass-first towards the ground.

A satisfied and breathless chuckle as Sesshoumaru groaned out, landing on the hard Earth, flowers smashing beneath him. He tipped to the side in agony, pain shooting up his back and paralyzing him more than the demons powers did.

“My objective was to introduce myself.” The demon gave a smug stare in Sesshoumaru's eyes. He came towards the other and tipped his head back by the long and now-ruffled locks of familiar silver. “But how do you like this new one?”

“You can call me Katsuro, bitch.” He dropped Sesshoumaru's head to the ground, “And I'm going to make your life… a living hell.”

[my attempt at a line breaker]WE ARE? X! WE ARE? X! WE ARE? X! WE ARE? X!

Katsuro: Victorious son. [his ironic sense of humor got the best of him]

Make no mistake by thinking that `Katsuro' is a mary-sue. He doesn't like self pity.

Love ya! Please do review, I'd like to hear what you think I should have Katsuro do to… -snicker- Sesshoumaru. Oh my, that does sound naughty doesn't it?! XD He will do this to him in the future.