InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Madman ❯ Chapter 5 – Angry Eyes ( Chapter 5 )

Madman

By Rinseternalsoul

**Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and I make no profit from writing fanfiction..

Chapter 5 – Angry Eyes

A/N: I just wanted to thank all of you reading and reviewing ‘Madman’. Your inspiring words have done wonders for my ego! Also thank you so much to everyone who has nominated ‘Madman’, as well as my other fics, for A Single Spark’s annual awards! I love you all! You are the greatest!

She could not believe this was happening to her. Five years ago she fell into a well and it changed her life beyond anything imaginable. Three years ago she left the feudal era behind to start new again. Today it seemed that she had come full circle. Right back where she started five years ago, facing old enemies.

She stared at the ghostly woman of white standing in front of her. She was small, even shorter than herself, but obviously fully mature. Her hair, the color of fresh fallen snow, hung low on her back, cut severely level just above the swell of her bottom. Her face was delicate and pretty, housing black eyes that held the secret to the void. There was darkness in those eyes that spoke of horrors unimaginable, but portrayed as simple nothingness.

Kagome sucked in a breath of air, forcing her eyes away from those bleak bottomless pits, realizing with a flash of panic how close she had come to falling into that empty abyss. She felt the flesh over her entire body crawl with goosebumps when she noticed what the youkai held in her tiny hands.

A mirror.

Kagome took a shaky step back, but stopped when a strong, firm, hand reached out to press against her back. She looked sharply to the one who sought to stop her escape, and found Sesshomaru staring at her. His eyes clearly stated his silent command.

Stand strong.

Kagome could hear her own breath coming shaky and fast, leaving her, as the initial panic eased just slightly away. The taiyoukai was expecting her to face this old enemy and show no weakness. Kagome mentally grasped that limitless strength of his, using it as a lifeline. She allowed him to guide her back to the here and now, then slowly turned her midnight blue eyes back to her ancient enemy standing at her door quietly waiting for them to enter her lair.

With a hard gulp, Kagome forced herself to nod and speak, "Konnichiwa, Kanna."

"Miko Kagome."

Her voice was as empty as the rest of her. Kagome could not imagine what it would be like to be Kanna. She was just so.... spooky.

"Sesshomaru-sama," Kanna bowed just slightly then turned and began the ascent into the bowls of her home. Kagome felt another spark of panic, realizing that they were meant to follow her. Suddenly Sesshomaru leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Your terror is spoiling the air, miko."

Those softly spoken words served to send her current state of fear into a spiraling maelstrom of biting fury. ‘How dare this asshole show up, practically kidnap me, and then drag me here, to the house of Naraku’s favorite incarnation! One who, just five years ago, sucked most of my soul right out of my body!’

Satisfied with the sudden retreat of her sour fear, Sesshomaru found her anger to be a tease to his senses. The spicy scent now permeated the air around him and brought the tiny hairs on the back of his smooth neck to stand up on end. Her power practically sizzled next to his skin and he found that the sensation was not wholly unpleasant. Her temper sparked his baser instincts, pressing upon him the sudden need to insure his dominance.

Kagome then hissed the first thing that came to mind. "You are such a jerk!"

It had been a long time since anyone dared to openly posture against him. It was something that surprised him in the sense that his body had long forgotten these strange sensations. It was also a dangerous game for the miko to play. He was unused to being challenged in such a way. Those who crossed his path were quick to submit and stand down. No one was fool enough to blatantly show their anger and rebellion against him.

Yet she would.

It almost curled his lip, but just as the smooth corner contour twitched to life he quickly pulled that smirk into a snarl of warning. "Remember to whom you speak, miko."

She could see the wall of flame spark his cool unearthly eyes when he growled his words. Kagome weighed the benefits of releasing a bit more of her anger on the pushy demon, but some deep-rooted instinct to preserve her life clamped her mouth tightly shut instead. He pulled his smooth, perfectly sculpted face away from her own and stood to his full towering height. He then placed a clawed hand firmly on her shoulder and gave a little push.

Kagome stepped over the threshold and into the creepiest hallway that she had ever seen... or felt. Mirrors were everywhere. Every inch of wall on either side of the green painted hallway was adorned by a multitude of mirrors. There were rectangular mirrors, and circular mirrors, square mirrors and oval mirrors. There was small ones and large ones. Some had brass frames, some wood, some gold and some silver. Some were obviously very old, while some looked vaguely new. As she walked down the long corridor, Kagome stared into the dozens of reflections of her own image and blinked at the frightened look in her blue eyes.

She could feel them.

The souls.

The many souls haunting those mirrors. She could feel the caress of them against her skin and felt their flutter as she passed.

There were several tables along the walls, all neatly placed, and home to dozens of flickering candles colored in both black and white. The wavering flames cast dancing shadows on the walls giving the mirrors life and making Kagome shiver. Ahead Kanna seemed to float along and Kagome followed her form while standing just a little too close to Sesshomaru. She knew that he probably wanted to shove her away, but at the moment she really couldn’t care less. He dragged her in here, so he was just going to have to deal with it.

At the end of the hallway Kanna turned to a pair of double doors on the left. They slid open completely by themselves, and Kanna went inside. Kagome stopped briefly to take in the room, which was also eerily decorated in an array of mirrors. The room was a fairly large sitting room, and Kanna motioned for her to be seated.

Kagome almost declined the invitation, preferring to stand in case her legs decided to flee, but another firm nudge from behind pushed the errant thought away. Kagome took a seat, slowly lowering herself onto the settee, but keeping her body tense and ready to take flight. Kanna then lowered herself onto a large white cushion lying on the polished wooden floor directly across from her. Sesshomaru took up a place just beside of Kagome right before a woman entered the room with a teapot and several delicate, intricately painted, cups.

Kagome remained silent as the larger woman, hanyou if she was not mistaken, poured first Sesshomaru’s tea and then her own before scurrying out of the room again.

Kanna turned her empty eyes on the taiyoukai and said, "You have found her."

Sesshomaru gave a light snort of air and replied, "Unintentionally."

"She is important to them." Kanna’s monotone voice stated.

"Do you know who ‘they’ are?" Sesshomaru asked with narrowed eyes.

"I do not," she answered.

His baritone voice echoed in the otherwise empty room. "We need a place to stay, until I can determine our best course of action." Sesshomaru wondered how far the nihility youkai before him was willing to bend for his cause.

"You are welcome to house yourself in any one of my homes. I have a flat near the Sumida river, a home on Ogasawara Island and a cabin seventy-eight miles into the wilderness beyond the southern city limits."

Kagome could hardly believe her ears. It was all so surreal. She was sitting here, in this room of mirrors, with Sesshomaru and Kanna, who was offering the use of her flat near the Sumida River. Kagome’s insanely grasped onto this most frivolous topic, prompting her mouth to move of its own accord when she uttered, "You need four homes?"

Kanna turned her blank gaze to Kagome and said, "Actually, I own several others. I have, through the centuries, found that it can be beneficial in evading an enemy. Master Naraku taught his lessons well."

His name hung on the air like a thick ugly cloud. That name, Kagome decided, was not meant to be spoken aloud. It was a name that should never pass beyond the lips of another. A cursed name that spoke of an ancient evil, which still ran rampant in her darkest nightmares.

Sesshomaru could hear the skip of the miko’s heartbeat when Kanna mentioned Naraku. He had to admit that even now, five hundred years later, Naraku’s name still curdled his blood. It was one of the reasons that he chose not to come here unless the matter became absolutely unavoidable. Kanna was a strict reminder of that old enemy whose life he sought so many years ago. Even her walls were adorned with the souls of those who unfortunately crossed Naraku’s path.

She was, however, freed of Naraku’s control at the time of his death. A death that was due to an attack from his half-brother's miko. With Kagome's disappearance, Kanna's loyalty passed to Inuyasha, though the whelp never called upon her talents, instead threatening the nihility youkai with harm should she come within his presence after that victorious day. So with Inuyasha’s death, the debt was passed to himself, and Sesshomaru never relinquished an opportunity to profit from power. Despite her distasteful origins, Kanna was a powerful demoness who could strike terror into an enemy with only one look.

Not many youkai, or men, would stand against an enemy with the ability to suck ones soul from their body. It was a frightening prospect to most. One that Sesshomaru would delightfully exploit if necessary. Right now, however, he simply needed to find a place to stay for a couple of days until he could come up with a plan. Someplace that would give them shelter for a short time until the Tracker managed to locate them once more.

"The cabin will be adequate," Sesshomaru said, and Kanna nodded in acceptance. She reached down and picked up a small silver bell, ringing it twice. The ‘tink’ of the chime brought the servant wench running to do her bidding. Kanna gave orders for the woman to bring the keys, as well as a few other items, one of which he was sure contained the cash that he requested the day before.

When the woman returned she was carrying a suitcase and bag, as well as a ring of keys. She placed the case down and handed Sesshomaru the bag before pulling an envelope from her kimono. The envelope was passed to him, along with the keys, and Sesshomaru nodded his thanks to Kanna.

Kagome wondered briefly what it was in the bags, but did not dare ask. Prolonged conversation in this place was something that she wished to avoid. All she wanted to do was get out of this house as fast as possible.

When Sesshomaru moved toward the door, Kagome stood to follow. As she did, she met Kanna’s eyes briefly, and gave a curt nod of thanks and a tiny forced smile. Kanna made no move to acknowledge the gesture, but it didn’t hurt her feelings none in the least. As a matter of fact, Kagome seriously doubted her ability to do so. Her face would probably break if she ever tried to crack a smile.

Suddenly, softly spoken words stopped Kagome in her tracks.

"Is it not amusing, priestess, how time repeats itself? Once more, the fate of us all lies in your hands."

Kagome never turned back to look at the ghostly void-youkai. Instead she huffed, and replied, "Yeah. A real hoot."

Kanna said nothing more as the priestess, Kagome, left the room. She only watched her figure moving behind that of the taiyoukai. She had no doubts in her meticulously calculating mind that the young woman would see this new challenge through.

As the miko’s presence became removed, Kanna’s unnaturally pale flesh tingled with sensations long forgotten and most unwelcome. She knew that there was nothing in the entire world that could make her body feel such intense craving.

The Shikon no Tama.

"Can’t we just take a cab?" Kagome argued, when Sesshomaru turned and held out an arm toward her. Her answer was an icy glare and silence. Kagome grumbled about public transportation and flying taiyoukai’s as she stepped up close the Sesshomaru. His long arm riddled with hard lean muscle folded around her and she felt the force of his yoki surround them both. A flash of blinding blue light enveloped the two of them and then they were flying at supernatural speeds over the skyline of Tokyo.

The flying wasn’t really all that bad. It was quick, and efficient, and a completely smooth ride, but the problem lay with being held so closely by Sesshomaru. He smelled... nice. His body was firm and snug against her. It was just a little to close for comfort. Despite their differences, Sesshomaru was a very handsome being, and Kagome was a warm-blooded woman. Her pulse worked just fine, and what living female would not find the gorgeous taiyoukai attractive?

It didn’t mean that she had to like it.

As they traveled over the city below Kagome pondered the entirety of her situation. Her mind drifted to Sesshomaru’s suspicion that the unknown enemy was killing miko’s after kidnapping them. What could it mean? Could it be a youkai bent on eradicating any miko threat? That was a likely possibility, considering most youkai hated her kind. It still made no sense, though, because the miko’s in this time were mostly ignorant to their purification powers. They had no training to control what little they had, and in all reality provided no threat to any youkai worth speaking of.

Apparently the ones responsible for this whole mess was not only after miko’s, but youkai as well. The only difference was that the news stations were not broadcasting the body count of dead youkai around Tokyo. So were they keeping the youkai imprisoned somewhere, or was Sesshomaru the only one they tried to capture? Just the thought that these low-life’s could be torturing innocents at this very minute was enough to spark her anger.

Sesshomaru looked down at the female wrapped in his left arm when he sensed the onslaught of anger, but when she actually released a temperamental growl he cocked one elegant, dark brow in surprise. He briefly wondered what sparked her temper, then returned his attention to the landscape passing below.

She was such a strange human. Even in this modern world she baffled him. In the feudal era, when they first met, he was no less confused. At that time he was mostly curious about her oddly foreign clothing, her strange use of their language, and her fearlessness in the face of imminent death. Now, these many years in the future, he found her just as odd.

Even after the passing of ages her anger over-road all sense of self-preservation. Her terror in the face of Kanna changed in the blink of an eye when her anger was incited. She completely forgot about the fear and turned on him with righteous indignation, even going so far as to call him a jerk to his face. Oh he had little doubt that he was called that, and worse, by many people on many occasions, but never, since Inuyasha’s death, had anyone dared to do so to his face. She was a spitfire, this miko. One that was bound to be a thorn in his side until this was all over.

He spotted the landmarks described by Kanna and began to slow their speed. Far below the landscape was changing from thick buildings to winding roads. The green pines began to grow thick as the mountains loomed. Soon he spotted the old shrine sitting upon a jutting cliff and knew the cabin was not far ahead. He then saw the small dirt lane leading to the cabin and began their decent from the sky.

Kagome braced herself for a bone-jarring landing. Memory of Sesshomaru’s blue youkai ball gauging out the earth flashed in her mind, but when their feet touched the ground it was with light agility; like a feather settling on the lawn. She figured then that maybe he just liked to make a big entrance in front of the enemy. Since there was no one here except them, he must have decided to forego the destruction.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he released her from his grasp and stepped away. Kagome then looked around at her temporary hideout. The cabin itself really wasn’t anything special. It was rustic and obviously had been vacant for quite sometime. Tall dried grasses littered the front lawn, which was overgrown in vines and such. There was an old well to the far right, but it was thankfully made of stone instead of wood. That would have been a little creepy, but Kagome decided to steer clear of it just in case.

The cabin was nestled against the mountainside and almost completely blended in with the late autumn foliage. What she found truly beautiful, was the breathtaking scenery. The valley below was stunning, and well worth the lack of comfort from the journey. Kagome vowed to come spend some time out here after a bath and change of clothing.

Clothing.

Well, this was a really good time to remember that tiny detail. Kagome looked downward, glancing over her rumpled black dress-suit. This was all she brought with her to wear. ‘Oh no! Of all the stupid....’, she mentally cursed. With a low feminine growl of discord she turned to glare at the reason why she had nothing else to wear. "Sesshomaru, did it occur to you that we came out here without any supplies? I don’t even have a change of clothing with me and these shoes are killing me!"

Sesshomaru turned his head to the miko as he picked up his bags from the ground beside him. He graced her with a smirk and said, "On the contrary miko. I have brought certain necessities for myself. You, on the other hand will simply have to make do."

Her hands clenched up by her sides and her teeth ground together. Blue eyes smoldered with her show of fiery temper. "Why you selfish youkai asshole!"

With a glint of amusement in his normally cold golden eyes, Sesshomaru stood to his full height and said, "Such language is not becoming of a lady."

Sesshomaru thought himself fortunate at that moment in time, for if the female facing him could have slain him with a look, then he would surely be dead. Had he not known it to be impossible, he would have sworn that he witnessed steam rising up from her rounded ears. Her creamy skin was practically glowing red with fury, and had he been his half-brother, Inuyasha, he was sure that he would be ‘sat’ into a crater several meters below the rocky ground.

Instead, the miko released a suspiciously bestial growl, before turning abruptly to stomp away. He had to admit that the tiny miko’s temper could rival that of any demon who had ever been alive. She was going to be a handful. With a slight shake of his sculptured face, he turned back to the cabin and the task of moving his things inside.

"General Matsuno! I have a suspicious object on the radar!"

Hotaka put down the folder in his hands and quickly stood. He moved from behind his desk and left his office to enter the central command room. All around him were flashing screens and bleeping sounds. Several military technicians manned the various pieces of quality equipment, but only Sargent Lee Riichi was standing.

He made his way to Sargent Lee, who stood in attention by his station. Hotaka greeted him with a motion of hand and gave the order to proceed as soon as his lovely and talented assistant, Juria, joined them.

Lee turned to the radar and hit the replay feature, then used a small pointer to indicate the bleep on the screen that had drawn suspicion. It was a small green dot moving on the topographic radar indicator. Several other blinking dots were scattered around the circular screen as well, but this particular mark was not accompanied by a numerical reading by its side.

The dot moved fast across the screen, flying straight, until the flashing dot became faint, soon disappearing completely. Hotaka narrowed his dark brown eyes and frowned. Whatever it was, it was moving at an impressive speed. It was proven that the youkai, Taisho Shuusaku, held it in his power to take flight. It was highly possible that this unmarked object could very well be the youkai that had so easily escaped his grasp.

He looked up from the screen, breaking his deep thoughts, and barked his demand for a printout of possible locations for the mystery object to have landed. Hotaka then turned and went back to his office with Juria following close behind He stopped at the door and waited for her to enter, before slamming it closed behind her.

He then went around to his swiveling leather chair and stood just in front of it. Juria stood straight and rigid in front of him. Her posture was all business, because she knew what was coming.

"I am most displeased with the hunt thus far, Juria! It is your failure that has brought this threat to my door. The youkai is a risk to the entire operation! The future of the world depends on his elimination!" The General slammed his fist down hard on his desktop. The sound of it echoed sharply inside the small room.

Juria flinched slightly from the volatile display, knowing the extent of his temper. She figured that she had a fifty-fifty chance of escaping this confrontation unscathed. ‘Damn!’ she mentally cursed her failed attempt to capture the miko. At least if she had the miko in her hands, his anger at losing the youkai would have been lessened.

The freak had been too quick for her. That was her only excuse. It was the damndest thing that she had ever seen. He moved with the speed of light and sensed their approach before steps could be taken to apprehend him.

What really pissed her off was that the bastard had grabbed the fucking miko during his escape. Now she could be anywhere! The youkai could have even killed her by now, if he had any ideas about the nature of their plans. It was what she would do in his position.

If the girl was alive, she could still be with him, or, he could have stashed her somewhere thinking her safe for the time being. Numerous possibilities existed, and all of them would have to be considered. This new development on the radar could be the break that she was looking for. "You have my apologies, Sir! I will not fail you again!" The confidence in her submissive voice seemed to appease her handsome, intelligent lover, and Juria swallowed a sigh of relief.

Hotaka nodded at his most trusted soldier. "I will expect you and your team to follow up on the results from the radar tracking system. I want all three Trackers searching for signs of the youkai and more importantly, the miko. When you find them, kill the youkai immediately. Bring the miko to me."

Juria bowed her understanding. "Hai, my General!"

Hotaka physically released the tension pulsing through his body with an intake and slow exhale of breath. He then took a seat in his big executive chair and leaned back with a broad smile. He reached down and began unbuckling his pants. "Now, my beautiful Juria, for your punishment." He pulled the zipper down and reached in to grasp onto his flaccid length. With a wriggle of his lean hips he pulled it out of his pants and squeezed. "Come Juria. Get on your knees and suck my cock."

Juria licked her full lips in response and moved around the desk to do just that.

Sometimes, punishment is pure pleasure.

A/N2: I have some great stuff planned ahead for ‘Madman’, so keep watching for updates! Let me know how you like it.

I also want to announce that TheHentaiHarlots will soon be posting The House of Lemons on MediaMiner, so please check for us there for some lemony fun! SilentDeath has written a new fetish one-shot that is guaranteed to make you blush! We will be posting chapter by chapter over the next several days until we get all of it loaded, so please be patient with us. Thanks and see you there!