InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Price to be Paid ❯ The Hunt, The Capture ( Chapter 1 )
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By: NetealiaFoxwood 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.05.2005 | Updated On: 01.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 605 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.05.2005 | Updated On: 01.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 605 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi. ~Foxy~
Rating: R - N17 for adult langue and sexual situations.
Author: Netealia Lane Foxwood
PRICE TO BE PAID #1
Date: 01/03/2004 Revise: 01/05/2005
The Hunt, The Capture
This would be the third time he had sought her down and he was growing weary of this game she played. She was unexpectedly hard to locate each time, so his anger was only fueled each time she got away. She would not this time though, Sesshoumaru had taken special care to hide his aura form the woman.
The first time he had located her she was tending to a group of travelers that had been attacked by a large number of thieves. Those humans should have died, the sent of there demise was heavy in the air, but some how she had managed to heal them. He had approached her after watching this and she had fled before he could say more than two words. How strange, how irritating.
The last time it had taken nearly three months to find her, leaving him annoyed. She had been just standing in the middle of a ice cold stream staring strait ahead. She had spoke aloud as if to herself but she had know he was there. She had said she couldn’t feel the chill of the water or the breeze that moved her hair about her shoulders. He did not reply instead moved forward as if to capture her, he was unfazed when her eyes had shot around to met his. He was though slightly surprised at the differences that her eyes held compared to her reincarnation.
He had continued forward intent on knocking her unconscious. He was going to be humane last time and enlighten her to his plan but she had fled and now he was angry and need not explain himself to her. When he lunged to attack her, her soul stealers had instantly appeared and wrapped around her, then she vanished, and with out so much as a whisper of cloth from the clothes she wore she was gone once again.
Now from his place in the forest he waited for her to become vulnerable. He’d been watching her for the past two weeks now and he knew each night she would slip away from the village to feed on the souls of young maidens.
Her name was Kikyou, and he was discussed by her more so than any other creature or human he had ever before crossed paths with. But he need her, for his plan. It would work without her but it made it so much easier to have, use, and be ride of once he made his trade.
He watched as she made her way to the center of the clearing calling for her soul carriers. One arm raised in the air as if reaching high to the stars and the other hung like extra weight to her side. Her face was pale and even as he was one never to show any emotions, she looked dead, and she was. A walking croups made form the earth and remains of a once mortal miko. Her red and white clothing clashed with her skin making her look sickly, but she had dressed this way even in life. He knew that her eyes where brown but she held such hatred they seemed black almost constantly.
He could be patent though wait until the right moment to render her helpless. His plan was flawless, he would wait until the right moment and strike her with the tensagia. He lifted his lips in a snarl whispering words to travel in the wind toward her.
The spell was simple enough, it was meant to singe, cut off, and to make her soul no longer wish for its other half. She wouldn’t hear a thing until it was her end. Maybe not really her end, but time to end the existence of this corps and make her part of the living once again. Sesshoumaru found himself wondering if she was alive would the evil housed in that body still be so strong, or would she return to the miko like creature she once was.
His ponderings where cut short as it was time to attack. Turning his wrists enjoying the feel of his sword in his hands as he drew it form its sheath, and swinging it once silently through the empty space before him amazed by it still as the way it seemed to cut even air. He lunged toward the woman intent on striking her with the life giving sword.
It took only seconds after the sword had stricken her for her scent to change, letting him know that his plan was indeed working. He watched her as she stood there completely still, probably form shock was the only reason Sesshoumaru conclude form her lack of response, ‘it is better she doesn’t respond’. He raised his nose in the air getting a better intake of her sent, the sent of death still clung to her clothes but her heart was beating strong and warmth returning to her, something was still off.
His brows creased slightly in irritation, a part of her was still dead, still smelt dead. Giving one more good whiff of the air around her, the side of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he once again raised tensagia to strike her.
He was highly amused when her eyes had widened and she had brought her arms to cross around her body, as if that would shield her from him. His eyes glowed with mirth as his claws curled on the only hand not occupied with a sword. In one single stroke her miko garments fell to the grass below her feet.
She was not modest as he thought she would be, but he enjoyed the few emotions that did play across her face. Sesshoumaru brought his sword down on her once more, highly enjoying the scream that she emitted. After the tensagia had finished with a clean swipe through her lower abdomen she fell forward slightly backing away in her crunched over position.
He could smell it now, he had never knew she had actually mated with Inuyasha. Once he again had been right on his assumption, she was with child, and o how life couldn’t get any easier. He watched her tremble and she had began to cry in silent sobs and his face grew into a smirk when she whimpered and began to plead that he insure her she had not done all the horrible things that had been etched into her memory, when she was the living dead.
She had made a movement to place her hands over her head like it would rid her of the things she had done. Foolish. He made his way directly in front of her in a white and silver blur. He was almost socked at how fast her eyes hardened and she began to gather her powers for a attack, but before she had the chance to gather her footing he had reached out and pressed down on her pulse. Kikyou feel unconscious at his feet.
The smirk that fell on his lips was could on be described as sadistic as he reached down to gather her limp form. He had removed some spare cream colored material he had brought for this purpose form his sash that was large enough to rap around her body. It kept her less than modest, but he had no desire in her body.
Getting ready to ascend he stopped and dragged one of his claws across her palm. Sure enough it began to bleed, he ripped a small piece of the course fabric he had wrapped her in and began to use it to soak up the blood. He closed her hand around it tightly, it would also serve to stop the flow of blood.
Sesshoumaru took to the air as a cloud like object formed under his feet. A cold smirk playing across his face as he looked out a the horizon, his four finger brushing over a scar that was slowly starting to appear on her nape. Looking down at her for the fist time he noticed the wrinkles on her face and stretch marks on her body from lack of self care. She was aged maybe thirty five or so and he couldn‘t bring himself not to remark on this women, “How disgusting…”
* Inuyasha’s Forest *
“I’m going home!” Kagome screamed. She was so mad, her cheeks where pink, she was sheathing slightly, and her eye’s where flashing from blue to purple thanks to her miko powers.
The sun was just starting to fall, leaving a few stars in the sky. “Wench, you get back here right now, before I drag you bac…. UGH!” Inuyasha fell face first into the ground, kissing dirt. Everything was silent wile he waited for the spell to ware off.
There was a gust of wind and a sudden pressure added to the middle of his back suddenly. It was uncomfortable, he couldn’t see what was the case because he was still pinned to the ground bye Kagome’s subduing spell but became even more uncomfortable when a voice jarred Inuyasha from his concentration. The sound was cold and he quickly rapped his hand around his sword somehow in his awkward position.
“Hello, little brother.”
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Author Notes: how do you spell her name (Kikyou)? Grrr. Oh well if you are a fan of hers this story is a safe read for you, but just so you know she and Inuyasha are only in the fist three or four chapters. This is a Sess/Kag story, so please no flames if you are against this paring.
I also didn’t really get the chance to proofread so I’ll do that later too. I also relies that this is not a very long chapter, I did that for a reason.
Summery for next chapter: Sesshoumaru confronts Inuyasha wanting to trade Kikyou, but for what or who? What will Sess use to convince Inu to agree.
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Rating: R - N17 for adult langue and sexual situations.
Author: Netealia Lane Foxwood
PRICE TO BE PAID #1
Date: 01/03/2004 Revise: 01/05/2005
The Hunt, The Capture
This would be the third time he had sought her down and he was growing weary of this game she played. She was unexpectedly hard to locate each time, so his anger was only fueled each time she got away. She would not this time though, Sesshoumaru had taken special care to hide his aura form the woman.
The first time he had located her she was tending to a group of travelers that had been attacked by a large number of thieves. Those humans should have died, the sent of there demise was heavy in the air, but some how she had managed to heal them. He had approached her after watching this and she had fled before he could say more than two words. How strange, how irritating.
The last time it had taken nearly three months to find her, leaving him annoyed. She had been just standing in the middle of a ice cold stream staring strait ahead. She had spoke aloud as if to herself but she had know he was there. She had said she couldn’t feel the chill of the water or the breeze that moved her hair about her shoulders. He did not reply instead moved forward as if to capture her, he was unfazed when her eyes had shot around to met his. He was though slightly surprised at the differences that her eyes held compared to her reincarnation.
He had continued forward intent on knocking her unconscious. He was going to be humane last time and enlighten her to his plan but she had fled and now he was angry and need not explain himself to her. When he lunged to attack her, her soul stealers had instantly appeared and wrapped around her, then she vanished, and with out so much as a whisper of cloth from the clothes she wore she was gone once again.
Now from his place in the forest he waited for her to become vulnerable. He’d been watching her for the past two weeks now and he knew each night she would slip away from the village to feed on the souls of young maidens.
Her name was Kikyou, and he was discussed by her more so than any other creature or human he had ever before crossed paths with. But he need her, for his plan. It would work without her but it made it so much easier to have, use, and be ride of once he made his trade.
He watched as she made her way to the center of the clearing calling for her soul carriers. One arm raised in the air as if reaching high to the stars and the other hung like extra weight to her side. Her face was pale and even as he was one never to show any emotions, she looked dead, and she was. A walking croups made form the earth and remains of a once mortal miko. Her red and white clothing clashed with her skin making her look sickly, but she had dressed this way even in life. He knew that her eyes where brown but she held such hatred they seemed black almost constantly.
He could be patent though wait until the right moment to render her helpless. His plan was flawless, he would wait until the right moment and strike her with the tensagia. He lifted his lips in a snarl whispering words to travel in the wind toward her.
The spell was simple enough, it was meant to singe, cut off, and to make her soul no longer wish for its other half. She wouldn’t hear a thing until it was her end. Maybe not really her end, but time to end the existence of this corps and make her part of the living once again. Sesshoumaru found himself wondering if she was alive would the evil housed in that body still be so strong, or would she return to the miko like creature she once was.
His ponderings where cut short as it was time to attack. Turning his wrists enjoying the feel of his sword in his hands as he drew it form its sheath, and swinging it once silently through the empty space before him amazed by it still as the way it seemed to cut even air. He lunged toward the woman intent on striking her with the life giving sword.
It took only seconds after the sword had stricken her for her scent to change, letting him know that his plan was indeed working. He watched her as she stood there completely still, probably form shock was the only reason Sesshoumaru conclude form her lack of response, ‘it is better she doesn’t respond’. He raised his nose in the air getting a better intake of her sent, the sent of death still clung to her clothes but her heart was beating strong and warmth returning to her, something was still off.
His brows creased slightly in irritation, a part of her was still dead, still smelt dead. Giving one more good whiff of the air around her, the side of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he once again raised tensagia to strike her.
He was highly amused when her eyes had widened and she had brought her arms to cross around her body, as if that would shield her from him. His eyes glowed with mirth as his claws curled on the only hand not occupied with a sword. In one single stroke her miko garments fell to the grass below her feet.
She was not modest as he thought she would be, but he enjoyed the few emotions that did play across her face. Sesshoumaru brought his sword down on her once more, highly enjoying the scream that she emitted. After the tensagia had finished with a clean swipe through her lower abdomen she fell forward slightly backing away in her crunched over position.
He could smell it now, he had never knew she had actually mated with Inuyasha. Once he again had been right on his assumption, she was with child, and o how life couldn’t get any easier. He watched her tremble and she had began to cry in silent sobs and his face grew into a smirk when she whimpered and began to plead that he insure her she had not done all the horrible things that had been etched into her memory, when she was the living dead.
She had made a movement to place her hands over her head like it would rid her of the things she had done. Foolish. He made his way directly in front of her in a white and silver blur. He was almost socked at how fast her eyes hardened and she began to gather her powers for a attack, but before she had the chance to gather her footing he had reached out and pressed down on her pulse. Kikyou feel unconscious at his feet.
The smirk that fell on his lips was could on be described as sadistic as he reached down to gather her limp form. He had removed some spare cream colored material he had brought for this purpose form his sash that was large enough to rap around her body. It kept her less than modest, but he had no desire in her body.
Getting ready to ascend he stopped and dragged one of his claws across her palm. Sure enough it began to bleed, he ripped a small piece of the course fabric he had wrapped her in and began to use it to soak up the blood. He closed her hand around it tightly, it would also serve to stop the flow of blood.
Sesshoumaru took to the air as a cloud like object formed under his feet. A cold smirk playing across his face as he looked out a the horizon, his four finger brushing over a scar that was slowly starting to appear on her nape. Looking down at her for the fist time he noticed the wrinkles on her face and stretch marks on her body from lack of self care. She was aged maybe thirty five or so and he couldn‘t bring himself not to remark on this women, “How disgusting…”
* Inuyasha’s Forest *
“I’m going home!” Kagome screamed. She was so mad, her cheeks where pink, she was sheathing slightly, and her eye’s where flashing from blue to purple thanks to her miko powers.
The sun was just starting to fall, leaving a few stars in the sky. “Wench, you get back here right now, before I drag you bac…. UGH!” Inuyasha fell face first into the ground, kissing dirt. Everything was silent wile he waited for the spell to ware off.
There was a gust of wind and a sudden pressure added to the middle of his back suddenly. It was uncomfortable, he couldn’t see what was the case because he was still pinned to the ground bye Kagome’s subduing spell but became even more uncomfortable when a voice jarred Inuyasha from his concentration. The sound was cold and he quickly rapped his hand around his sword somehow in his awkward position.
“Hello, little brother.”
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Author Notes: how do you spell her name (Kikyou)? Grrr. Oh well if you are a fan of hers this story is a safe read for you, but just so you know she and Inuyasha are only in the fist three or four chapters. This is a Sess/Kag story, so please no flames if you are against this paring.
I also didn’t really get the chance to proofread so I’ll do that later too. I also relies that this is not a very long chapter, I did that for a reason.
Summery for next chapter: Sesshoumaru confronts Inuyasha wanting to trade Kikyou, but for what or who? What will Sess use to convince Inu to agree.
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